They all told me there was no point crying over him. That the years have passed, that my youth, my life and everything that's on the line is passing. I said goodbye to everyone and moved on, with a defeated look and a heavy heart. I wore his shirt day after day, and on summer evenings, I was next to him. We lit candles, played guitar and smoked. I hoped to meet him in a dream. It wasn't to be until the first summer rain. I stayed home and dozed off. Take it off, he whispered. I woke up scared and suddenly my shirt felt tight.
(Translated by Oana Ionescu / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
