That means I won't get to see the sky again? I won't get to drink my coffee on the couch, under my soft blanket? I want more time to swim naked in the sea. I want more time to argue with you about absurd things and make up when we get in bed. I want more time to scream orgasms that reach the stars. I want more time to let the stories run through my veins. I need more time to learn, to forgive. I want more time to eat spaghetti carbonara. I want more time to figure out who the hell I am. What do I need to do to avoid the end of the world? To get out of this damn operation alive?
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by conf. dr. Daria Protopopescu / 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. 
