The crumbs of the day came together in my lap. They. I collected tears from her breasts, one by one, moulding them the next day. There were a couple more left, through the curly hair, which I would pour into the air. Proof that I've been there before. The train left, lazy, moving away on the horizon. Take me with you, I shouted back at them. I won't be able to look at her. I have to confess something. I stole a kiss from her, on those damn steps. It's forever. And I'm not going to miss this late train again.

(Translated by Carol Popa Zafiriadi / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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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