She thought she was going to lose him. It's hard when someone becomes someone you don't recognize anymore. She didn't shed him like a snake sheds its skin. To them, he was a meat for shots, a jukebox for swallowing pills, some money in an envelope, another crazy person tied to the bed, a name, a number written randomly, on a card, in a file, an experiment. Run, girl, run as fast as you can, they all said. Every single one of them. She sat in the queue of patience and waited. She added from zero to infinity. It's worth it when you know it's about the number one guy.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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.