She was beautiful, I couldn't help it. We took off our masks and kissed through that wire fence. I knew that for her that kiss was just a form of protest, but I was tempted and carried away. And by the vortex of her green eyes. Greener than my right of way. As our lips touched, I thought, yes, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Especially when you get it wet. The guards unhooked us and let us out. Now we're kissing again, in the police van.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
