You'll never see me again, I told him. Now I am pushing the rusty gates. The house, once huge, now is very small. Cracked walls, fallen windows. I'm knocking on the door I once closed. On the phone, the lawyer told me: Come, he wants to see you. More than a year has passed since then. I'm looking for the key; it's in the same vein. The heavy veil hits me. I climb the stairs as if in a dream. Beauty exacerbated by arrogance stares at me from the wall. In the four-poster bed thrones, mummified, hate. In the eye sockets, spiders have made their nest.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
