She had fallen asleep on the wing of a blues and woken up on the edge of a rock ballad. It was so dark in the room I didn't know if it was morning, the black curtains were drawn and not a speck of light could be seen through them. Maybe it's still night, she thought to herself, in slow motion. She heard that timeless melody into the deafness that poured honey and dreaminess into her ear and threw her into his arms.
You're still here, my love? She felt the warmth of his calf sticking to hers. He instinctively curled it and prepared for another dance. On the lounge.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
