They found her with her brains blown off on the walls, in shades of reddish-gray, like a Pollock who had consumed too much whiskey. It must have been a while; fragrant snowdrops poured from half her head down her shoulders. The pale body retained a certain freshness; she had had the brilliant idea of leaving the window open. Spring had come in late snow flurries and settled comfortably into the germinal that sprouted life precisely through death. On the farewell note, she wrote: I loved you both the same, but I loved me more.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Batog / 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. 
