I look at him and melt with love. I dedicate the day to him. But the night. Oh, the night. It's hard to help yourself at a time when dreams are the ones who decide for you. I can't control how I feel and I've come to stop wanting it. I am enslaved by love and it is not easy when, being overwhelming, it finds two tributaries. I'm not unfaithful. I don't want to be, I don't want to lie. But God, I love them both. Why should I be forced to choose? Why cut off my hand when both are pouring into my mouth and shouting HOME?
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
