I am spying myself with the tongue on the roof of my mouth, I am looking for you on my papillae, I am bruising on my own canine so I can pull you out of my blood. And I am crossing. A wooden cross. Ebony cross, how the Devil likes it. You trained me to play on the flanks, but I want to play on the first row, as it suits a spy best. You dug my ditch while I was reading Sun Tzu. I am spying on you even on the grain of rice, where you engraved your name carefully, precisely like a surgeon. You are hiding from me sometimes on the left shoulder and other times on the right one. If I had eyes in the back of my head, I would keep them close. I am dreaming.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
