We saw each other rarely. Whenever some time passed without us meeting, she would send me pictures of her hands, but without a word. I asked her one day if we were together. She shrugged, then kissed me absently. On my birthday, she didn't pay much attention to me. She danced all night next to the DJ. I thought there was nothing left between us. Yet, towards morning, to my astonishment, she showed me she'd tattooed my name on her ankle. Do you love me, I asked her in surprise. She shrugged again. We don't put labels on feelings.
(Translated by Oana-Roxana Dicilea / 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. 
