He has been staying in the same hotel on the same floor right next to my room. Every morning we met at breakfast. We were looking discreetly as we savored our cheese and our ham omelet. One day we touched our hands by the coffeemaker. Last night we met in the elevator. Silence, no word, only heavy breaths. I entered the room and blocked my door with my slipper. I laid in bed. I knew he would come. While waiting for him hot and empty, I fell asleep. Morning, surprise. Someone had stolen my bag.
(Translated by Andreea Theodora Drăgan / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
