The images were fading, and everything he saw took on the color of charcoal. Igor slowly became part of a total, yet moving darkness. As if he were slipping into the void. Suddenly, flashes of the Moon appeared before his eyes. In each of them, she looked different. Sometimes wearing a white cotton dress, other times naked. I love you, kiss me. She was serene, like before the crime. Then each of the images melted into a smoldering fire, the smoke choking him. Where did she disappear? Nowhere was heard metallically. Nowhere, you wretch.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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. 
