And she stopped in front of him dragging her skirt. The same small piece trembled on her foot. Like those times when she was very chlorine of him and the spotlessness of youth. He saw her as an instigating statue in the middle of a schism, between what was sifted and the frost of the ages. He no longer saw the fiddling of the thighs as food for the lips, but more like dinner for the chapters. To the right there was a large steam. They were in their last train. Take off what you still have on. Divest yourself of us and look harder at me, we are almost there and are descending into the great nude, he said.
(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. 
