Dear ones, I am soon going to disappear and I would not want to bring to the ground the pain that has been pressing me for so long. The solitude. We are not a family. We are destroyed, dysfunctional toxic waste. I know, you envied me for the way I lived, far from the wild world, on this virgin island, like a hermit in his cell. But you do not exist and you never existed. You are just in my mind. What do I mean? It's time to heal a little. Death is the antidote. Life is poison.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In March 2023, the group has 10,790 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
