It was so mundane, that I didn't think to keep it. It didn't awake in me any anxiety, any memories, any longings. It was like a note stuck to the fridge from a cheap film, that says to not forget to take out the trash and pick up some eggs. Naturally, you take out the eggs and pick up the trash. Same with the last letter. How could I have known that was the last letter in humanity's history, that the death of letter has taken place right before my eyes, so quietly? When I threw it into the trash, it didn't cry, it didn't shout. It just vanished.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
