I had taken a dress, especially for that day. My mother's robe pales with envy around her, I would have said. A mixture of bright colors that entangles the lacy espadrilles for long afternoon walks, you would have said. But I never got it. They lied to me that they caught you with another one. They lied to you that they gave me to someone else. Agonizing, you crossed the Danube to the Serbs, and we got lost in its whirlwind. Out of nowhere, however, came '89, and I was no longer 17 years old. When you saw us, you knew he was your boy. It was our first step in three.
(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 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. 
