I loved her to the point of dementia, but after spending too much time together I blunted my passion. I had begun to hate her because she loved me more than I loved her, I felt cornered, with no way out. It had taken me so long to miss her that I was looking for reasons to break up in the most mundane quarrels. She left first, leaving behind only a meaningless message written with lipstick on the mirror. Today is the year without her, but I feel like I've lost her by ten. Or ten years have passed and it's been the year since I've loved her again on the verge of dementia.
(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. 
