Last night we were just silhouettes that were accompanying two glasses of wine. In the dim light, your gaze didn't stop caressing my skin. It entered deep into my burning heart and stopped in my lungs, to calm my gasping breath. I don't know when the night flew. The sun struggled shyly in the curtain. The vanity of the room suddenly filled with wonder rolled over the balcony, shouting its passion into the sky. I turn my head with fear, in the silence that comes from my shame. Two black eyes look at me from the hollow of a beginning.
(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. 
