Nestled in my armchair, I wait for it every late October. In the same darkness that greedily envelops my forehead on which time has dug another wrinkle. An illusory thought pierces my eardrums, a bow that makes my heart strings vibrate. They flock to me for three thousand six hundred seconds. A round and voluptuous hour. I mimick the gesture of holding it in my arms. I want to caress it, to whisper to it how much I need it. It flows from the palms, ephemeral. It doesn't need words. It only wants me to live it. To live through it.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
