Nothing separates us. Not even the burning love you said wouldn't last. Not the obsessive need for us that you said wasn't good for us. Nor the submission to the belief that we belong, which you said is stupid and gets us nowhere. Maybe just the angry little iloveyou when you got out of bed last time. Maybe just the second that that forgive me was forgiven. Maybe just the longing in your message. Maybe just the hedgerow soaked with the gaze walking down the aisle, hand in hand with another, looking back at me.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / 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. 
