When we had our first fight, I left to stay with my mother. When the second one happened, I rented an apartment two blocks away. The third fight was the most painful. I packed a bag and I moved abroad. Four months later, my heart gave out. Because being away from him was destroying me, I returned to the man I love irrationally, passionately and fiercely. I eased my longing in his arms, for about four months. Then, I left him again. Where did I go? I went to the North Pole only to end up in Roman for the thousandth time.
(Translated by Diana Mîndruţă-Tănăsescu / 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 2021, the group has 6.650 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
