Present me often let myself turned into the past her, especially when one of them put a daisy on my naked back. And with a kiss for both otherwise my imagined steps would seem withered and would cover the three of us in boredom. A heart startles when my fingers touch her linden
flower-scented lips. This is the only way in which a memory whispered by her to my ear brings a grin on his aged face. When days passes colorlessly, we pray to find the steps we let toward us.
(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. 
