I woke up with the first one one evening, after I had met his parents. He applied it to his lips, playfully, as if we had kissed in other lives. This one went right to the point, annihilating my storm of thoughts. The next ones he sent killed my anxieties and have planted flower seeds in their place. I've lost the assassin's streak of turmoil and other things. They, the flowers, kept springing up from my chest, coming out through my nostrils, ears and mouth, surrounding me tightly, colourful clinging to my hands and feet.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
