Not too empty, I had spotted lights before I fainted in the strong arms that took me away. I resisted the alcohol put in my mouth and the fingers investigating my body, but when mustached lips gave me
mouth-to-mouth oxygen, I opened my eyes. It was Ivan, it was night, and there were Pacific waves and a dream of shipwrecks among kisses. In the morning, we were already cleaning a whale of lard, when it came with a shoal of salmon. Look, I brought you a good omega that you will even kiss me. In the street, I mumbled, eviscerating fish after fish.
(Translated by Zahra Kazemi / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
