I know he was abrasive with you. Forgive him. I mean, he used caustic jokes that melted any sense of attraction. You shouldn't have gotten angry. He's just a coward by nature, but brave in his lust. That's why he whispered to you:
Off with the clothes. He wanted to get to know you in depth. He approached you in a more casual manner, and you shouldn't have hit him with the heel of your shoe, it had nails, you gave him a concussion and a few eSchimoses. What do you mean, what are those? Bumps and polar bruises. I mean, you beat him so bad he forgot his own name. You left him out cold.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by conf. dr. Daria Protopopescu / 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. 
