Love does not pass through the stomach's juices, no matter how many times we would repeat that some mushroom white sauce with polenta can stuff a starving soul. Love also does not pass through the heart's arteries, because we are not named cardiacs but earthlings. Love also does not pass through the paths of the mind either, cause schizophrenia isn't just some cold. Love doesn't pass through anything. Love doesn't pass. The passion passes. The faithfulness passes. The curiosity passes. The respect passes. The novelty passes. The affection passes. Love does not pass. Love accompanies us.
(Translated by Nina Iulia Tufă / 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 2021, the group has 6.400 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
