Moments stretch across the asphalt killed by footsteps and all still lose your pulse, I cast myself hypnotized in headlights and lanterns to no longer see you in me and walk yet another directionless night even though I've left behind so many intersections, we each had a handful of keys to nowhere, but underneath our skin, teenage hands clenched, we've since wrapped loves in burnt sand, but every time the carousel stopped, we looked up to the stars: what would it have been like if we hadn't then killed the moments in opposite directions?

(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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 almost daily. 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.

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