She'd read that it's sometimes good to do some soul cleaning once in a while. She'd huffed and stuffed the magazine into the trash can on the spot. She was now looking at it and saw herself mirrored in that pathetic hodge-podge. Some cleaning was definitely needed. She no longer had room for the future. Although he'd promised to stay for a long time, the last tenant had left without notice, and now the past was bursting out. She was sipping on wine and throwing away the junk memories. Will you be mine tomorrow too? My love, I will be even sooner. When? Never. How stupid I am.

(Translated by Oana Ionescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by conf. dr. Daria Protopopescu / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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 almost daily. 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.

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