In the 9th grade, she sat in the front row, where I could see the back of her bare neck and a bit of her left ear. At recess, she would disappear with Cristi. In the 10th grade, she moved to the row on my left side, and I could see a bit of her snub nose and chin, perfectly outlined by the May sunshine. At recess, she would disappear with Bogdan. In the 11th grade, she moved to the back of the class. I considered writing her a note and accidentally throwing it on her desk. I didn't. Today is the last day of high school, and she hasn't even shown up. Fuck.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
