It's been a while since we last saw each other. At first there were moments, then days. And they turned into weeks, months, years. You are a dream. I'm still dreaming. You did not bring me flowers, neither girls or boys, but a heart full of moon and sun. And a story torn from pages written for adults. I know, nothing brings you to me anymore. You stepped towrd another face, without saying goodbye, without looking at me. You tore your longing for yourself. You didn't stay anymore. Just one last puff of your cigarette. Silence.
(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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. 
