Two more to go and I will be 10 years old. Through my eyelashes I saw my mother sticking a sheet of paper on the bookshelf. I fell back asleep, not so amazed. She already had a separate schedule from us. She did or did not come back home. Defeated, Dad showed me the divorce notification: hey, what do you think about this? I did not say anything. Silence has its own words that only other silences can comprehend. Silence can be pain. Silence can be regret. Silence can be unrequited love. It can be only an infinite sadness that someone is suffering because someone else doesn't care.

(Translated by Raluca Simion / 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 almost daily. 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.

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