For me you are the flaming painting made with the venom dripping from the thirsty mouths of the ooze of gossip into the ears dried by the equipoise. The moist hegemony of the furious hurricane clouds represents what I have become ever since I have heard that someone has heard from somebody else that you no longer love me. The void whimper in the face of the power of rain is howled by my love in Brumaire. I feel like the child who rocks his mother in a stone crib, the ravenous maternal love of feeding the snowflakes from the heart of winter. And I shall be deaf.
(Translated by Mihaela Dumitrescu / 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. 
