Among the unspoken words, there were at least 100, of which he could have chosen a few quite okayish ones. He knew she was waiting for that, and he may have already intuitively selected a few without thinking. Magic formulas, brain chemical triggers of love, when you're all sugar and honey. He finally had a revelation and told her I love you. It saddened her even more, because she just wanted to hear that he knew that the purpose of both of them was to complete each other, calibrating the balance. Love was only the vital pretext.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
