I wish you were a large, strong one, an Irish that chokes me while I swallow it. My lipstick on the rim of the glass where the whipped cream of a lost season melts, the fingers stuck to the scratched glass with a chipped, unbalanced stem. I haven't given those up, neither the straw I use to make bubbles in the alcoholic mix, nor the poor light in the coffee shop. I will buy a new set tomorrow and a crate of whiskey to dissolve the stains left by the grounds, but until then I have you in the tastes from long ago and I pour a dream which still makes me feel drunk.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
