Me, like a big waiting room. How long I waited for him. How much I wanted him. How much I cried for him. How much I begged him. He didn't come. The waiting room remained eternal. One in which no child comes. Wasn't he wanted enough? Was he announced and I didn't hear? I hear the weeping cry of the barren love and I caress with glances and tears the dear faces of the children who have come to other parents. The Great Expectation is coming without the Expected One and it's a pity. The saddest and the most difficult to bear. The shadow of the Wanted kisses the hollow of mother's heart. I step beyond. Mother.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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. 
