We sit as two fools on the edge of the terrace. The city looms deceptively like an illustration from far. Have you noticed that everything is more bearable at night, he says. He holds my hand and that makes me nervous. I shouldn't be, we just talked about it. The night is fine, but during the day? What do we do with long, unbearable days? I dangle my feet in the air until I drop a shoe. We watch him fall to the asphalt, a speeding car runs over him, I get the shivers and whisper: shouldn't we hold each other for a while?
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
