I didn't leave aside nights to myself, I gave them to her, in that dark space. She, in black feathers full of content, accentuated by the stares of others, me, hidden by the apparent lack of intention. When the limits of expectation became small, we paid to be alone in a place fringed with childish crystals and faded plushes. Want to see? She unravelled her nothingness and we glimpsed the void of possession. Do you want to have me? What can I have, I asked in the exhaled air. There's room in me for what I can forget, but you I want to keep.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
