My dear, we rarely talk. On the other side of these dark waters you found your sense, I hope. You built a life, a family, you have someone to smile at every day. Peace, we both know, comes much harder. Sometimes, marching aimlessly through the house, forgetting what I'm looking for, driven by tornadoes of thoughts, I feel you do the same. When there's daytime here, is nighttime there. Incomprehensible things from the past torment us, crammed in a bottle, carried across seas and countries. And we must, we must take them out, shake them, confess them to the world.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
