The marble and the Ionic style reminded me of her red spotted thighs, satin bedding, shining in the light of the sunset, anticipating another night of lustly love. I was going to throw myself again, in the temple of the muse's arms, the eternal Paris, indolent, with the bouquet of flowers in her arms. I was 35 years old, a subscription for life to mischance and nothing to lose. Open. Welcome, I was waiting for you. Thanks for the flowers, that's right. Sit down, we'll talk. You know, it's weird, it's life. I'm pregnant. You are the father.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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. 
