When I find myself in a car with its tattered backseat, or on a lonely bench from a remote and obscure park, or in a hotel bed with him, things end the same every time. He leaves and I stay behind. The sheets, stuffed with the dust and sweat of the virility of the worn paths of his commissioner services comfort and offer me the necessary patience to wait for him. But I'm feeling different today because I have seen how wonderful his journeysare. I hid in the trunk of the car and each women had her own road.
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
