There's a bed. In it, two naked bodies remain embraced for years. In time, they become a kiss, a touch, an orgasm, a dream, a dance. A hand of his in which her hand rests. A shared gaze to the full moon. A home. Hold me when the world around is falling apart. A kiss on the forehead. I am here. A cry in the dark. Forgive me. I'm sorry. I wish I could grow old next to you and die in your arms. These wrinkles tell me how we met. A sigh. A past. A photograph.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / 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. 
