I squeezed the tip of your heart between my teeth so hard that, out of fear, you snatched your self from me and left only blue blood on the stage. Behind the curtain, I sewed my lips with a needle and thread, so that you wouldn't slip by the corner of my mouth, but flow down my trachea. Sinful waterfall, suffocate me, to mourn your silence downstream, return to me upstream. Play this one in the absurd theater. Stay in my lyrical Universe. Is my world a garbage of shooting stars, among which I am one? Come on, put your hand up to your elbow into it, and take me in the palm.
(Translated by Anca Cristina Ilie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
