She had searched the entire attic. In the closets and under the pile of newspapers, too. She knew she had left a t-shirt somewhere and needed to touch it. The restlessness began to take over her, because she understood that the absence of that t-shirt was emptying her life. She found it in the laundry basket. She clenched it in her fists and pressed her own soul to it. It still smelled of jasmine, as did the street where they were mostly silent. Then he left never to return again. He barely left a few words on a piece of paper. You are too much. I don't want ups and downs. Then nothing. Just her and her nice smelling emptiness.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
