I wish I could have told you, Ileana, that I love you. To take you to the choir in the summer, to bring you quinces in the autumn, to blow into your hands in the winter. And this spring we would have played at our wedding, not your wedding. I got drunk with smiles thrown over the fence every day, and I said let it go, I'll tell her tomorrow. My mother says you're sad, so I'm ready to steal you by dawn. The fence is down for the wedding, the lamp is on in your room, the rooster has barely sung once. Just a little bit more and I will summon my courage. Now.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
