And I never saw myself again. I remember us as a dream or as I remember my favourite scenes from a movie. Maybe that's how you get older. Perhaps Chekhov's friend is right: not the great tragedies, but the daily things that consume us slowly. Or maybe love has small, fluffy fingers with which it peels us off piece by piece, just as children peel cotton candy off the stick, and then spread it all over their face. We were stunned by the children's smile, that's what happened.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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 almost daily. 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.