Didn't you promise not to call him anymore? What are you crying for now? Idiot. Stop it or you'll have mascara running down your face and not only are you unbelievably stupid, but people will see that you're also drunk. How many times have I told you, dumbass, to leave your phone at home when you're out drinking? You called him, he came and tomorrow you'll start all over again. He'll love you for two days and you'll keep loving him even after. Love is not for you, little girl. Love yourself first. Say something, don't just stand there staring like a fool. You know what, don't say anything. I'm disgusted. Phew. I am leaving. A trail of saliva runs down the mirror.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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 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. 
