2 or 4 passed, even 5. The last year without him seemed like a storm of days when I was blindly walking in the dark. I dream of him even now, because that's the only place I'm allowed to. When we meet in reality, we pretend that the sky has fallen between us, and our touches could consume the world. Only our eyes are free, they don't care about morals. They are selfish and untouched by the fear of sin, like a gate to the carnal needs. But we are not just flesh. We are also the consciousness of the flesh, and by this we are restricted, quashed. Some say we are free.
(Translated by Otilia 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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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. 
