I ran to the butcher's, the place where the butcher winked when he slapped a sow's leg with his strong arm. At the tobacco shop, a gentleman in a trench coat offered kindly to light my cigarette. Spring envelops you with the smell of hormones and invites your instincts to a mating dance. In the breeze, my bold skirt revealed a thigh. My breasts sprouted after I licked the first ice cream this year. I was about to forget, I have 56 cherry blossoms, I press them to my own garter belt so you will drink my tea this summer.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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. 
