When the tip of your tongue traces my jugulars, do you feel my heart beating in your temples? Hit my head on a star and enter through where life comes out. Squeeze my moles between your lips and break them in your teeth. Take a bite from the forbidden fruit and let me wipe your mouth with my breasts. Cover me with dew till morning, until I turn gray, until I moan like the snow under the boot of frost. Did you write this? Is that your book on the mileu (embroidered napkin)? Don't be shy. You know, the lace condom could never go into my glass fish's mouth. You're Kitschy.
(Translated by Andreea-Simona Trufin / 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. 
