I love you because you are mad, extremely talented, and independent. You harvest clouds for me and you fill my bed with nights filled with fuzzy dreams. You sprinkle time on my eyelids so I can see you, on my lips so I can taste you, on my womb so I can bear your fruit. Your touch, a gust of wind, tearing my body, wracked with longing, was pouring steamy streams in my veins. You would live for me and if you relinquished, my heart would turn into stone. My thought brought you here and it will bring you back. For your departures are delays on the right branch of my heart.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
