She stood on her tiptoes, kissed his thin lips with unbridled longing. Ah, I've missed you so much, my dear. How much do you think I got? 10 as always, she told him, sticking a smile on his smile. Didn't I tell you that, Someone up there loves me? \'ve got a difficult subject, but I was up to speed. His hands clutched her waist like a hot corset. He leaned down to see the joy in her eyes, he was admiring her. Her gray hair spilled over the small creature and held the shadow of another kiss in return. You are my angel.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
