I see the crime as if it were sung like a musical. I spin through the void until the brocade dress of lies is torn and I crash against the harpsichord in baroque sounds naked. Screams come from my womb, someone please stop me, try to calm me down anddress me in black velvet. Somebody stop me, my bars are just violin strings and they give me impetus. I spin and spin until I'm rose-black and a thorn squeezes revenge, color, a drop of blood out of me. Under the mask, the eyes hit gray, I am the mother woman and I will fight.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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. 
