The parallel sun rays reveal the dusk, which can barely be seen through the clouds, the palm trees leave their shadows dancing in the wind, the crystal clear waters sparks vividly before my eyes, I've been for a year in this wild holiday, in this
self-made exile, after the
break-up I'm writing on my phone to no recipient
I miss you, and I throw it into the waves like a message in a bottle, the white shark of oblivion will perhaps swallow it, but my hand cannot find through the
time-sand another answer: paradise, without the other one, is just a stop between flights.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
