She was so beautiful naked that the clouds were shyly unraveling under the sky of her blue eyes. The cold-warm body, wrapped up in seaweed, swayed indecisively on the shore, as if it wanted to disappear suddenly, like a phosphorescent sheen, or, on the contrary, to remain here, as proof that love is a failed suicide. I'm leaving, he also said, this sunrise is murderous. She raised a hand, a wave turned back out to sea to caress the sun's disk that rounded like a transparent lollipop, greedily licked by a child wanted in another world.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
