No, I said. Well, you seemed to want to. I wanted to, but not like this. The moment, deemed magical, was also sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the untouched glasses of wine. And I ruffled my curls, dispersing the smell of my fine perfume across his face. You are being a freak. I have always been, and I caress his manly arms. The stylus reached the last line of the vinyl disk scratching it intermittently. My ankle twitches, my chest throbs with desire and I feel him still aroused. His eyes are aflame, his mouth utters menacingly, take it off. No, I answered, you take it off me.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
