I forgot my thoughts on the shelf, squeezed between a Voltaire who spoke stubbornly of tolerance and a Montesquieu who watched sadly as the separation of powers in the state was turning to dust. Beside them, a Beccaria lethargically rehearsed, the greatest happiness spread to most, but no one heard him. Where are you, I shouted before stepping out. But there was no answer. I had to go back and look for them, then lose them again on the same shelves where
old-fashioned alders speak without a voice.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
