It's the same. Your heels deafen my heartbeat. I would snuggle between your milky breasts, for fear that someone else would steal you from me. But you've never really been close to me. I'm upset and I'm overwhelmed by fears like a dying man. When did I lose you? My fucking love ends in you, on you, with you. You overwhelmed me with moans and eroticism. A cloudy wine flows through the limbs and I become potent. Your escort gestures evoke memories from my teenage years. I stop from my ecstasy and an offspring calls you mother.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
