How many times have I deceived myself by repeating to myself that this is self-love, only He, who loves us all the same, knows. I used to meet myself, after I fell asleep, in places known only to Him, somewhere in the back of the cortex, in Broca's area, and we began to purr dreams together, in a language only the spirit could understand. Certainly I repressed my encounters when I woke up and their only evidence was the symptom of self-estrangement, days when I couldn't stand myself at all. I'm expecting the night again.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
