My shrink told me to do this, dear. What kind of shrink requests the pacient to write to her dead husband? Because you died from a heart attack, admiring the blue sky after a good rain. And that thing you worshipped for hours appeared. Not the blonde one that used to go down on you. The other one, the symbol of tolerance. What should I write? You know me as a rudimentary woman. I am as boring as the next guy. Look at me, I popped a pimple and I felt pleasure. I squeezed really hard. There was blood in addition to the white of the fat. It's not your rainbow, but at least it's something, right?

(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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.

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