I have never seen you, though I assumed that you cover yourself in the traces that sometimes turn up in the snow, in a windless twig's tremor, or in the raindrops. I was told not to look for you, that you would eventually come up from your hiding, when you see fit. For a while, I listened to the advice I received, but I someday felt that you were just one heartbeat away and I started searching for you around the world. Reveal yourself, I begged. The only thing I find is blood. Should I heal your wounds or should I heal myself through you?
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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. 
