You know, it snows with cherry petals and the city is mad with love. Last night I left your place and I have prayed for you to hold on for another night, so that I could recite to you from Rimbaud. Your life is going away from your veins, slowly and with solemnity, like in a vaudeville, outside the alleys are roaming of noisy love giggling of the Romeos and Juliettes with naked ankles that we were making fun of when you were in the mood for a walk, and some fresh air while I was just in the mood for you. How ironically to build a hospital for dying men near a park so alive in its agony.
(Translated by Raluca Simion / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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. 
