Like a track beaten by wildlings at night. The life line curled its feet like a vine around the waist of the heart line. All the streaks on his palms spread out and pulled me in, closed me in with kisses and then painlessly gave birth to me, like the secret call of a doe. Somewhat ashamed, he slowly moved his hand over my arched back- the back of a naughty woman. Do it. Undauntedly. That's how I like the hands of my man. Rough like a tree bark. We shall walk the same path.

(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.

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