Sometimes we relive the breakup until we get to hold our hands to infallibility, a past cut by the trunk of the future: a little girl, our little girl, playing in a meadow, you combing my hair before you give yourself to the warm night. Other times, I would start with you on the road just to buy a rifle from the first city, to revenge everything you took from me: the chances. Something new, something old, something blue. Beyond the window, a finch with broken wings between branches already forgives me because just pity doesn't mean release.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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. 
