Don't fall in love, I say and let the endorphins flood my brain. My thrilled flesh reacts panting, heavy weight, tongs around my neck at the limit of my consciousness and I hope I never wake up. At sunrise I give my body back, watching it breathing slowly, hair scattered on the pillow, eyelashes scattered on the eyelids, legs scattered all over me. The night comes in my mind again, it had a thousand limbs back then, all of them grasping me to the point of suffocation. In the bathroom, I grab my lipstick and write on the mirror: don't look for me, stay a miracle.
(Translated by Alexandra Lica / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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. 
