Once you used to hold my hand. Tight. When you let it go, my hand still wore the shape of your hand, suspended in the air. You used to hug me for no reason. When you stopped doing it, my body remained bent over the place in which you should have been. When my lips remained open waiting for yours, I understood you'd let me find myself again. I was too much like you, you said. I heard you walk other hands now. Maybe they are softer, gentler, they won't chain you like mine. You should call me, tell me about her.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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. 
