Did you know that one day, after you had left, I kissed the footprints you left on the wooden floor? Then I got drunk on the perfume you forgot in the ravaged sheets? Your presence sanctifies the place. You imprint everything you touch with your energy, and then I worship hypnotically any mark. That's why I'm afraid to come to your place. I would probably feel like in a shrine, even breathing would be hard. Maybe you're a demon, not an angel. Even so, I'd follow you to hell and back, crawling after you.

(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 almost daily. 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.

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