From where I was sitting, I could see everything. At first how crazy they were about each other, how they loved each other, how they devoured each other. Years later, she'd sit on her phone bored in the morning, he'd surf the TV channels
blank-eyed looking for an evening game, she wouldn't take a pretty dress on, he'd fantasize about the 2nd floor neighbor, she'd lock herself in and he'd drink. We/they did that for about 3 years until they forgot to water me, finalized the divorce and dumped me. Along with albums featuring me, a wedding present, a rare orchid.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
