I only had the dress from yesterday, which was thrown on a chair, all crumpled, so I decided to put on one of his shirts and go out to get some coffee. Along the way, I saw only grandparents with children, who were heading towards Cișmigiu Park and they were all giving me judgmental looks. I didn't care. I smiled at them. My skin still smelled like us, so I grabbed my coffee and ran back to the loft were we used to hide from the world. Even as I am writing this text, I tear up. Yes, he is the love before love. But he has his own place inside of me. Strange, isn't it?
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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. 
