Leave any hope, those of you who come in here, to die, to sleep, we are what we are, he vividly remembered excerpts from Dante, Faust, Hamlet, his left hand was immobile, with his swollen right hand he couldn't feed himself, his legs were thin as a feather after two years of being bedridden. He closes his eyes and lays on his back all day, night became morning, the day is only a second night, deeper and more painful. The hand that feeds and washes him is the last torch of love towards which he painlessly flies.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
