It was a private party. She was wearing a black mask with a little bit of golden. The kind you buy in Venice when the Carnival ends, and the street is full of garbage. She was sitting in a corner staring blankly in the mirror. I was there for the photos. At the penthouse too, I asked her? Yes, but don't take pictures of me, please. Are you famous? Only in small circles, he whispered to me, stopping the elevator, then biting my neck. I love you, I told him when waking up. Don't be inappropriate, he replied, adjusting his garter belt.
(Translated by Delia-Maria Cocoș / 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. 
