Eva took his palm, kissed his fingers, then she asked him, innocently, what will be left of us when this passion ends? He caressed her brow and whispered
us. All that's left when the flame is gone is us. Us - those beyond the flesh. Eva kissed his shoulder and carried his idea on. Beyond the flesh, we are stars. I don't think your star will ever find me again. He picked up a lock and tickled her ear with it. Come now, don't worry, I'll always love you. Nobody loves incessantly, she told him, trapping his upper lip between her fingers.
(Translated by Andra Daiana Păuna / 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 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. 
