She leaves the funeral in a hurry to pack her things. That was what she'd been doing when she found the envelope. Big. Full. Letters. Old. New. Love letters. For 30 years she'd suspected nothing. Bile seeped into her soul. She cried green and swore yellow. She ran to the graveyard. A new wreath on the grave. I won't forget you, Your Girlfriend. The sarcastic laughter that climbed up her throat
and on her lips turned into a smile soothed by power. She caressed his picture. I forgave you. Should I take revenge? I already have. I was your official girlfriend to the end. She lifted her head and left.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / 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. 
