She leaned back against the pillow and lit a cigarette. She loved having sex with him. She'd tried to break it off, but she kept coming back time and time again. Something had been happening lately, though. It was like a third person had intervened. Someone who had squeezed her neck until the missing air blossomed purple on her throat. Another time it had bitten her shoulder with the thirst of a poltergeist ravenous for the kill. She was afraid, he didn't confess to it. They found her crucified on the bed, naked, with a small screwdriver stuck in her heart. It wasn't mine, it was his, he said pointing at the mirror.
(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. 
