If it had been anaxe stuck hatefully in my skull it wouldn't have hurt as much as the screaming voice with the letters put together in swearing. My tummy always hurts, I used to say and sneak to the bathroom. It was the placenta of handy reminders in which to retreat. I'd sprinkle colored blue sea salt in the tub and get under the warm suds to wash away my thoughts. From the shower the water spurted onto my face and the back of my neck, therapy without words. I still enjoy it now after a tiring day and drop in to say hello, it gives me life. I go to take a shower.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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. 
