Even after he died, he didn't give me peace. He would call me at three in the morning and say he was sorry. After all, I changed my number and that was it. After a while we ran into each other at Ikea. I was looking for a carpet, he was looking for a lamp. I lost myself in his blue and cold eyes like the sea among the fjords. You're dead, I shook. Maybe I am, but look at me searching for the light. I went through him and said: it wasn't real. The carpet was fluffy and was swinging dreams. I wrapped myself up and then I was gone. Now I'm looking for a good place to land.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
