I loved you so much, Ioaaaaan. I was holding my breath for midnight to come for my folks to be asleep and jump out the window in the yard. I could see your clean, white shirt from afar. My God, you smelled so good. Of supercristal toothpaste and medicinal alcohol, because you always came freshly shaved. With your right hand you held me against your chest and with your left, you fumbled under my shirt. By the time we reached our place in the stable, I was already soaking wet. Oh, now our love is over. You're dead. Dead drunk and filthy like a pig, you jerk.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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. 
