My soul is a dry well, your memory is a jar of poison, I curse you to be far away, not to wait for you, not to jump, not to call you, not to have you. What if it hurts to breathe, what if sleep is foreign to me, what if I only scream in a whisper. I take another mouth, and another one, from my fate sister, with the punishment of having found your love, of having felt your twinling, for you never knew how to give voice to the silence between us. A tomorrow without you fills me again, if I am full of your lack. Drink me slowly, not to hurt.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 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. 
