Have no other God but me, he told her thunderingly. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. He looked in her wettey eyes with a hatred that he had never known before. But I, I only love you. Liar. I am your God, your air, your life. You don't exist without me. You understand? Pack up your rags and get out. He tumbledinto the sofa, grinning, satisfied that he had shown her who the man was. He thought she would fall at his feet and beg him. Okay, she replied dully, leaving for the cemetery in house slippers. Good.
(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. 
