Tell me what you want, if you still want something, I'm afraid of dying in my sleep, my heart is beating too painfully in my ribs and I am not ready for goodbye, I want to wake up, I have to be as if you would come soon, still ready to want the teahouse with honey droplets, the little green tree, the dance in the snow, the arm of ineffable comfort. And the garden where we had our first stroll, where we were destined to prevail with our hearts melted into one another, Siamese of butterflies and dreams. Back then the sky was turning small, swallowed by our good world that had become infinite.
(Translated by Tania Diniță / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
