Stop here. I no longer want to hear anything. He slammed the door and got out. I watched her, but she quickly disappeared into the crowd. I called her for hours, but she never answered. The other day I thought I saw her on the street, but it wasn't her. There is silence in our attic. Her blue bikinis are still hanging in the balcony. I found a lipstick of hers under the bed. I wonder what it would be like to never see her again. To be gone forever from us. I make a streak of lipstick on the bathroom mirror. I'm sad, to get over it I call a prostitute.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
