Ah, look at all the lonely people, where do they all come from? I'm at the airport and I'm waiting, soothing my Mass with a bagel. I waited yesterday too. A cancelled flight and jittery anger like a shook up can of Pepsi. Today I just want to be at home, back to my organized mess. There are a lot of different people here. Some are going on a holiday. You can recognize them easily, by their smiles. Others are crying in their handkerchiefs, they're going back to work, in the rain and wearing boots. While in the belly of the plane, without him, I feel like one hundred years have passed since yesterday. As long as the legs of the girls from uizer. A round of applause.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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.
