I didn't tell you anything last night. I wanted to vomit, but I chose to laugh. I laughed a lot. A dry laugh. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation I found myself in again. I hid behind the shrill, a fake laughter, everything you already knew, but didn't want to know anymore. Before I went out the door, I left the book you lent me on the table. One day (not too soon, I was the orderly one), you're going to want to move it to its place in the library and an Envelope will fall out of it. Don't open it. I left everything you already know in it, that I didn't want to know anymore.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
