it did not belong to a nice boy anymore, because you pulsated under my skin and I wanted you to love me. You kissed me, I invaded you with myself, you embraced me, I played you with infinite hands. How impatient I was to keep you as mine, how naive I was when you promised to come back. I hold my breath to hear you arrive, I dive within myself to still smell you, I open the windows so the curtains flutter, so you won't get lost. After an eternity of waiting, you came back, but you didn't see me and you left quickly. I had become see-through due to so much love.
(Translated by Claudia Cioplea / 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. 
