I wore your lingerie instead of a mask. In my lungs, their smell turned into perfume particles which I use as oxygen even today. Right after I covered you in honey, the
bumble-bees started to sting your thighs. What a phenomenon. I didn't stop there and neither did you. You bit my heel, naming it Adam's Apple. On your tongue I can feel the taste of black pieces from a vanilla
ice-cream. Under my footprint, the tongues and your tastes are crushed. I prepared a banana for you, a garter instead of a gag. No, I did not forget the handcuffs. I'm waiting for your punishment.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
