No sign of life. Her palms were burning and her temples were pulsing with anger, the kind of untamed anger that restricted her breathing when she couldn't stand his absence. She knew he was disappearing for days on end ignoring her just to anger her and watch her reactions. I will eat your soul. He said that to her from the beginning but she didn't pay attention to it. Where are you, Gods man? Everywhere. He will disappear again, she will die a little more. I win. Out of thin air, she heard him laughing. Her tears rolled down out of the blue.
Don't cry, Rose, I still love you.(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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. 
