Faithless to my own disbelief. That's what I am. My man's dozing in his armchair. A singer declares his love in song. I sigh, turn off the TV. My thoughts clear for the day, I accept coffee from a co-worker. If only he knew. I even imagine myself with him in a car driving through the rain. My man calls me, to buy some wine on the way. On the subway a guy leaves a rosebud on the bench next to me and I'm blooming with hope. He got off at the first one. I put the key in the lock with the gesture of a washed-up married woman. My man sleeps in the armchair.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
