They had carnival masks covering their faces and a few clothes over their hot bodies. He could hardly wait for Friday so that he could leave for delegation. He remembers the pleasure of the last whiplash and the taste of the drops of warm blood dripping down his lips. The chance of meeting her again is zero. One of the strict rules of the club is to always have other props. She wore a snakeskin muzzle and harness and felt the sheer pleasure of her heels over his buttocks. A heel got stuck in it. Maximum delirium. His wife was grinning under her mask.
(Translated by Ioana Negrea / 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. 
