You can stay. I made you a coffee. You can go. At will. I washed those good wings of yours at forty degrees. You can crawl and beat the path. You can fly flutter. But fasten that button on your wing because your heart is coming out. And close your smile, at least until the grass grows, so I can get my greens from somewhere. Close my windows if you go, and the light and let my flower unwateredto make the goal the withering. So make up your mind, let me know, do I make the fire or you're going to another house.
(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. 
