The Full Moon fell into my arms through the glassy eye like Adam's eye before the primordial sin. I looked at her like a Venetian mirror. The green tobacco of the eyes sparkled in the
lavender-scented room and dreams lined up at the table without croupiers. I was curious who would win. I looked at myself and laughed,
self-irony does not fail; I don't know what is her problem with my Monica Bellucci face. Paganini descended on my skin, touching me with notes from Campanella, fuelling my longing for caresses and kisses; a longing for love.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
