I wanted to dream about her. To feel her. To tell me what it's like there. She'd left suddenly, just as the gypsy had predicted. I could tell by the looks on my colleagues' faces that my best friend, my classmate, had died. Who told me? I cried and begged. For forty nights the same nightmare followed me. At the same hour. I disintegrate trying to understand, why, and who? Until she squeezed me with her burnt hand and black skin, the one with the triple ring melted in the ligaments. She just wanted me to let her rise.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
