I'll see you at 9, at the old theatre, he'd said. She'd waited for him, vibrating, near the back entrance, she'd kissed him passionately and dragged him inside through the dusty,
woodworm-eaten props. He'd unbuttoned her shirt feverishly, and her bra, too, flew off like the wings of a butterfly. They did not see with their eyes, but with the tips of their fingers sliding along heated curves. I think I hear something, let's hide behind the curtain, she giggled breathlessly and she gave in to her passions. The gong made them cry out, and then the applause and the spotlights made them melt.
(Translated by Cristina Fliter / 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 2021, the group has 6.400 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 Ficţiuni Reale. 
