It was hot as if I was boiling in a pitch cauldron and the sand was crawling up my ankles, up to my thighs, like a slippery snake. I'd look at the strobe of the stars in the sky, disco, mama, disco, when on stage at Moby and wonder
why does my heart feel so bad. I didn't know back then and I don't know now, but I couldn't stand the thought that you didn't want me so I left with the first comer, just to forget you, just no longer to be. When I woke up in the morning, I hadn't cheated on you, I'd just been cheating on myself.
Lift me up, push me up.(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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. 
