I am a handful of bones drifting on an ocean of oblivion, searching for ultimate meaning. Daddy, wets pway together. I have to play with him. This is more important than all the philosophy in the world. We fool around. We run. There's something mystical about running at my age. Catch him, spin him, drop him, run. With the smile I've fallen in love with, standing in the kitchen doorway, mummy films us with her phone. I'm a beating heart breaking the hourglass of a finite time. And I'm no longer searching for ultimate meaning.
(Translated by Cristina Șuică / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
