I try to recognize the face in the mirror. I caress the traces of the past. I know when, why, and thanks to whom each of them came to be. Like has brought me to my knees. And people haves tomped on me. My soul hasn't led me towards hatred. Not even once. I feel a tear, lost, in the tired corner of forgiveness. I got up. Helpless. Unbending. Head held high. The image in front of me depicts a woman who destroyed the dictatorship of
what will people say. Nothing matters but her. I am healthy. Alone. Calm. I write. Other than that,
je m`en fiche. (Translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
