No, you. No, you. No, me. No, us. No, your mom. What does my mom have to do with this? She doesn't. No, she does. No, you didn't want this. No, I wanted it, it didn't work. It could've, if you had actually cared. But you don't, so let it be. No, I did ask you, you didn't answer. You didn't hear me. There was no point in asking me, if you didn't find out what I wanted. I wanted you to be mine, you weren't, now it's me who doesn't want to do this anymore. No, you do. No, I don't. You do. No, that's it, life. No, it wasn't meant to be. No, that's the way life is. No, hopes. No, dreams. Promised. Omitted. Good for you. If not me, then who?
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
