adrift. Sad, wordless, lost. My muse has left me, now, at the height of my career. She lifted me to glory's peaks then left me for the white world of long poems. She emptied my quill and left it to dry with longing. I, that I wrote poems to her bright and tender thighs, to her peachy ripe breasts, to her lips same as sweet strawberry. Where are you wondering, woman of mine? Linden flowers are calling you while pages lie empty. The poet weeps his sorrow as he is not aware that his most beautiful poem is being written, by itself.
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
