The first and last flight with you was then, in a taxi. When you took my hand in yours and our fingers clasped together in that tight embrace, but at the same time light as a flake in the breeze. When we stepped out of each other's bodies and shivered together the still warm early autumn air. Above everyone. An eternity it seemed to me the few minutes the journey lasted. If it had been up to me, I would have told the driver not to stop. To take us on. Where to? Destination unknown.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
