I had to get drunk to write this text. Listen here: the biggest love was when he'd kiss me with salty lips without knowing who I was and me without knowing who he is. After that we'd drink at a table beside the Crazy white guitarist with Green Girls, Black Cats, Streetcars pulled by horses, Love Street and Odd People. We'd left quietly after everything quieted. We'd make children. Name them after dead actors. We'd depart - strangers. On Earth we had everything: and it could and it couldn't, and mud and stars. It hurts me a steed.
(Translated by Paula-Silvia Codescu / 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. 
