That's all I had left. Some ortolan hearts. The rest I paid for, you know, customs and customs all over the world. With everything. From other people's bodies and their lives, to my blood and pieces of my soul. I had cut and pawned everything. Arriving in Charon's moonship on the Styx, I had only one thought. Cerber is just a dog. I'll give him these hearts, and if he doesn't want them, I'll give him mine. It's a faint trace of what he was anyway. Hey, beautiful, what are you doing in Hell? Do I? I came for him. You, you foolish girl, stop this romance. Go and live, damn it.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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. 
