It is true he often shut himself in the parallel rooms of his heart, but she also used to lie in the snow, sometimes, dressed in her too loose calico dress and she breathed only to herself, in the winter frost. Today, though, barely awake, he looked out the window and she was still there lying on her back, only the dress was lifted by the wind above her thin knees, then her thighs, then above her breasts. He rushed outside and he stayed where the void was, filling it.
My sweetheart.
(Translated by Raluca Simion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
