And then I wrote. I wrote for her. With pasion, with fear, with despair, with cigarettes burning alone in the ashtray and coffee congealed in the mug. I wrote until my fingers, eyes and soul were numb. I dug the words into the paper like some horrible memories that you want to bury in an abandoned place. Application. Identity card. Certificate. Tax 500 lei. We pay 50-50, as before. Good luck, goodbye. And then I wrote. Then I deleted Everything.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
