When I was 17 I felt I had a little bit of time left to be a kid. I fell in love with another girl, I felt she loved me too. We used to walk, write letters, date, cook fries. She had given me an Elvis CD for my birthday. But life, you know you how life is, we were still kids. We found each other again 25 years later, to live what we couldn't live at that time. 8 passionate years, full of love. But we had families and our worlds couldn't collide. We broke up and we stayed friends and we would do anything for each other. We're not kids anymore, we're still thinking about it.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
