Do you remember when I used to bite your thighs, leaving bunny marks? I tickled you and you laughed your lungs out. It was summer, hot outside and you didn't know how you could be more naked for me. Now this deep autumn has come and I'm cold even inside the house. I put on my tracksuit and I think you don't like me anymore. You think I'm a decrepit old man, but you're ashamed to say the words, not to hurt me. Kind and beautiful soul, I still raise you up to the summer's glories and sip your eyes that carry the shades of the sea. It's autumn, show me your hazel eyes.

(Translated by Alexandra Lica / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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 almost daily. 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.

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