Our love is tasteless. It's missing something. I can't tell what. You're being absent. You're off your rocker, he answered, then took a puff on his cigarette. He looked out the window for minutes on end, sighed, and left. And he was gone. Not just then, for that awful Valentine's, but for ever. What's it matter now? He's wearing rose-tinted glasses and she's off her rocker. Modern love. After months, we met by chance on the street. I was laughing, slightly hysterically, he was going into a striptease bar. I'll call you, he shouted. Fuck off, I answered. Then life went on, you know.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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.