I entered the building with no interest. Again Veta with reproaches, with the tasteless food, how was I supposed to be interested? When I was about to close the door, I hear a silky voice: "Please, hold the elevator." Don't laugh, she was soft and silky. In the elevator, she stuck with me like plant. A wonder, body of a siren, blue eyes, whispering that she wants to get to know me, to love me. For a moment I forgot all my words. Then I embraced her and palmed her breasts. And? Leave alone with your and. Veta was over me screaming: Is it sex that you need at three in the morning?
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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. 
