In the evening I lay my body wrapped in your firm but tired and weary palms from so much touching. We already know each other by heart, our habits, our measures, our shortcomings. We live a natural routine for couples of our age, which we maintain with unlove. As soon as you put out the lamp, my heart climbs out of bed and opens the window. It spreads its wings and flies to the hollow in the old tree. There is the home where she feels loved, wanted. Her love lights up the tree and keeps it alive, burning.
(Translated by Andreea-Iulia Ciucă / 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. 
