He was analysing both pictures: the same woman, same scarf, same park. He increased the brightness, even if the pictures looked similar, there were two men in them.
She was more beautiful with me, he told himself,
but here her eyes shine more. He was angry, who the hell asked him to compare them, hey, it's over, close the album and throw away the trash. In the frigid air he stopped and rummaged down through the bin. His fingers were trembling, looking at her greedily,
here she really is happy, compared to the life she lived with me. Down went his longing, in the same bin.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
