And I miss you so much. In the viscous magma of the passing days, I repeat like a clown at the fairgrounds the erratic score, without purpose, than that I will meet you again when time will fold its cruel realities again, becoming permissive to the idea of us, of two. Between a fractured can and an if in which no naive jerk would believe, I measure my steps that will lead me back to you. How do you smell? I put my head on the pillow and fall asleep thinking you're fine, wherever you are now. The bed is cold and empty.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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. 
