Only one day. I thought I had more, but it seems like I've used up all of them. I don't know when they went, what I spent them on, or with whom I spent them. But I ended up without them. It's like when you want to light a cigarette and to your surprise it is the last one. Fuck it, it's not like you're not going to smoke it. You won't save it for later even though you'll need it later. No, you light it up and you think you'll buy another pack on your way there. More packs, just in case. But where do you buy more days? And what do I do with the last one? I think I'll share it.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
