After one hundred years of solitude, we met on Academy Street 4-6. We were shelf neighbors. It was a shelf we shared with an uncle, cousins, counts, viscounts, ladies with camellias and hunchbacks. You, a young suffering Werther, coming from the Tropic of the Capricorn. Me, a wild Minerva, in the search of lost time. Love in the time of Cholera between the two of us. In the last night of love, the first day of war, you ran away with Mrs. Chatterley's lover. I wasn't a hindrance, yet I still gather the grapes of wrath. An idiot.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
