He covered her with endless care. He would kiss her where he could feel her heartbeat, beating like the wings of a tired seagull, but she would wake up and look at him with hollow eyes. They were young when they met and they were playing it illegally, she had knocked on his door, whispering the affection to him. From then on, she made her nest between his ribs, until all her memories flew away because of the disease. Except for one. I live in the tree house, he whispered, when he missed her the most, and then she would see him again.
(Translated by Ioana Oacheșu / 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. 
