He was the man I left my husband and my unborn kids for. The love to conquer all. You've never felt this way. If you had, you would be dead by now. Like I am. The mushrooms that grow on my body today will end up on your table by tomorrow. You'll say oh, but what a delicacy! You were right to pull out the silverware. He will tap the crimson goblet with his teaspoon, and give a cryptic smile. Then he will ask to toast in my honor. I don't know if she loved me, he will say, but she let her heart beat. In my palm. And I ate it.
(Translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
