My mother's friend came over with her daughter who doesn't even notice me. She lies down on the sand in portrait laziness, eye to eye with the vault, inhaling the air spiced with seaweed and clam shells. I wriggle my body into an infernal mess, and with difficulty I restrain the eyes that linger on her bridge neck to her lips and the lashes that wander the mystery in her gaze. I swim in the sea. In the evening, overwhelmed by the surge of my senses, I listen to the footsteps in her room. I look through the keyhole. A tiny iris of sky, watching me, calling me.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
