I watched him from behind as he threwinto the hearth the heavy, noble furniture that we'd dragged out of the house together all afternoon. By now, darkness had fallen, and I was leaping, in fits of laughter, around his fire like a savage, my skin dark and filled with lust, he turned on the side, and in the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what he would never promise to me, but would give. And then, all the stars shot up into the sky, wild, burning August, you know, baby, there were two of us left on one swing.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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. 
