And it tells me not to rebuild what we crushed up last night with our breakup. Ten strange events. It was September, Monday and it was raining infernally from a purple sky. Me, willow on the shore. You, a rushed actor, and our train station too small for all our roads. The moon has smiled on me, the acacias have gone mad, I am alone in the night, and the memories follow me. But damn you and your karma, zen and feng shui, love. It's perfect without you. You know what? Tell Veta that she ruined your sink, not me.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Muşetescu / 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. 
