More like tempos, rather than rules. Because it's a regulation, with no temporal border, rather than the shore of a dry lake bed. When night makes room for the morning, I veil myself in black silk, I get scared when it gets imprinted on my skin, but smile slyly and get my tempos out for a walk. The Present is drooly, picky and has ADHD. Past is old and
near-sighted, pulling me on side streets constantly. However, the Love Tempo chases after people, light, after Him. Actually, he is the one keeping my seasons on a leash.
(Translated by Elena-Diana Cocîr / 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. 
