He waited for her in the park, that's what she'd told him. Wait for me there, I'll come. And that smile. He didn't realise how many hours passed by. The light outside changed and with it his moods. Now there was only disappointment. Disappointments. The only thing left was this lost boy of the broken promises. With the tip of his shoe, he felt that the railing he climbed on ended. He inspired the wind that whistled on his face. Then his phone lighted up in his pocket. You have a new message. So we meet tomorrow?
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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. 
