The living flesh of the thought that we broke up at the Saint-Jacques station hurt me. That you left me. That's the right word, that you left me. This truth bored, and bored, and bored inside of me, like an excavator with uncanny precision. I could've now checked off all the possible cliches of failed relationships. Dumped. In the politest way possible, naturally. You wouldn't have demeaned yourself with vulgarities. Without drama and somewhat aseptically. My dear, you said, as you were snuffing out a dream, I no longer love you. Another thought took root in my mind. Painful for you.
(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. 
