In the kitchen, he's slicing bread. I approach him from behind, take him in my arms, kiss him on the shoulder. I press my palms against his abdomen and move the kiss towards his neck. If it weren't for the knife in my hand, I'd advance further. I like getting close to him, enticing him, challenging him. He smiles playfully and brings the bread to the table, me an inch behind him. He goes back into the kitchen, me after him. His smile widens. Why do you follow me like a puppy? I laugh too, flirtatiously, smitten. Because you're my beloved boy.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
