I can't understand how we are still alive, how we still adjust our steps to those of the other, how we still check, feeling alone, the lock on the other's door, to see if it's locked twice, how we still look through the eyes of the other, how, out of an old habit of love, we still feel with the fingers the space between naked bodies, now larger and larger. No bullet left. Everything that lavish love killed, lavish hate will set free.
Rien ne va plus, in life's casino. Everything on hate. Everything to the winner. Who pulls the trigger first stays alive.
(Translated by Dragoş Frangulea / 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. 
