I am not the one you loved yesterday, for yesterday is lost under the burden of your words. Frilled up, shallow words. I am not even the one you'll love tomorrow, for tomorrow is still cruel, untainted. I am merely the one you love today, before you can regret. I am here. I can feel you. I can tear a piece of us, chew it, munch on it until there's no resemblance of who we were at the start. Not even the day I decided to love you and cheat on him.
(Translated by Jin Cristian Yang / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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. 
