I still have a sip of wine left in my glass. I look at it and light up a cigarette. Self-enumeration has ended. I have no idea about it. I don't live here. I call an uber. It will be here in 5minutes, it has to drop off someone on Berzei. Berzei is the street where I fell in love for the first time. And we were together for more than 20 years. I smile. It's in the past. At one point everything disappeared and I live in another world. In this space but a parallel one. I drink the last sip of wine from this glass from after the concert. Mozart. Great Mass. Quiet. 5 stars.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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. 
