07.05.2021
Neah. I don't love her. How could I love a prostitute? He said every time he called her. She had the oldest profession in the world. She would tell one of them stories holding him until he fell asleep. For another she would cook his favorite food. With another she would only listen. It's vital to know to listen. She could get along with him only by looking at him and seducing him. You know, she told him. I couldn't sleep with someone just for the sake of art. I wouldn't be a good whore. When he left, the bill on the nightstand threw itself on the open window, crashed on the pavement and blew out.

(Translated by Mălina Ţîru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, setting their texts within the limit of 500 symbols (in Romanian language, so in English the limit might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise with an almost daily changed topic. 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 Ficţiuni Reale.

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