I'm on the edge of the wide ledge on the 7
th floor with my back against the window. My husband, Mircea, is also upstairs, two steps away from me. He tells me: Laura, don't jump, forgive me, it won't happen again. She insisted, I was weak. Don't jump, I beg you. You bastard, you destroyed everything we had, Ishout. I look at him with tearful eyes. He reaches out to me. I hold on to the window handle, close my eyes and push him. He wanted to save me and slipped, that's what I told the Police, I tell Vlad, smiling, later.
(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. 
