I woke up with a forbidden longing to run to Strasbourg Street number 32, missing even the entrance door of the small studio. I imagined you opening up, a little vulnerable and a little confused, playfully stroking my hair, and then taking my hand and immersing me into your universe, isolating and liberating at the same time. There, the time and space would become liquid, I would dissolve into your arms, I would compose myself into the-most-loved, I would scatter and assemble myself back. And then I would leave and take my longing with me. After another rain.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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. 
