Her sandals were melting in the dark, their shadow was streetwalking in a slow hardly noticeable dance. Each streetlight was shining as bright as any other. How much? The darkness freed her long and slim neck when she bent over the car's open window and inhaled avidly the cigarette smoke. Today I am expensive. I wasn't expecting you to be cheap, but you could tell me the difference. Starting tomorrow I will only be your wife. They say before death there is always one more night. How did we get here? Nor life nor death are enough for us.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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. 
