with his heart two sizes smaller, and put his toothbrush, his changes and book from the scorched bedside table into the silver Samsonite he usually traveled with. He took his phone, kissed her passionately on the mouth and stormed off without looking back. It had snowed all night and, after many maneuvers, he barely managed to get the rental car out of the yard. Hours later, with the arms full of trinkets from the airport, he opened the door. Amore, I am here, shouts the mask of a loving father and husband.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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. 
