My conscience was stripping its veil, so I confessed in one breath that I didn't love him and didn't want to marry and live with him. A black hole was his stunned look full of rage. I couldn't bear it and ran out of the brightly lit room into the darkness of the street. Trembling, I looked up, he was at the window and in his arms was the huge cake in tiers of whipped cream. He threw it at me, into nothingness. White waves arched into the night and among them I saw stars. And a meteorite that hit me in the nose, the ring that hadn't been put on my finger.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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. 
