She hadn't heard from him for 21 days 8 hours and 7 minutes. When they last met, he'd promised he would change, he would call more often. Hey, you here? Take it off, sit down. What are you doing, are you crying? Cut the nonsense, you're a big girl now, right? You should know I, she murmured through her tears. \'Missed you' was left hanging in her chest. Well, whatever happened happened. You should've called, you shouldn't have come all the way here. Do you have something to tell me? She wanted to yell: love me, father, but she turned around and ran. She felt cold. It felt empty. She realized she had left her jacket there. As well as half of her heart.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
