Honey, your body is a beach, an hourglass back home in the sand. Close your eyes and imagine how the bite on your breast is another sandy foot.
I-the-sea. I touch your inside womb and I swear I don't realize how salty you've become after me. I whispered in your shell and you answered me with waves, moans, and suns. We drowned each other. Your swan neck spat out salt water. I rejoiced through you in the depths of the sea. Your hand in mine, trampled cliff. Here's a seaweed, bandage your breath.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
