I felt for my chest pocket and found a
crumpled-up piece of paper. I began reading it. It must be another one of those days in which you don't remember who you are. I'm writing these lines because for this last year I've been conscious of what was going to happen. Remember who you are, that you had a family, that you felt love, that you knelt before a woman that left you because she fell in love with someone else. Yes, it might hurt, but at least do you remember? Here is a list of your most important memories. Place the paper back in the chest pocket.
(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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
