The freezing rain soaked her to the skin. I offered her my dry T-shirt in the shelter. I turned my back, but caught a glimpse of cold-hardened nipples and the blond curls of her lower belly. She came down the mountain wrapped in my sleeping bag. In the guide car, we sat side by side, wrapped in the same blanket. I can still feel the warmth of her bare thighs pressed against my hip. At the hut, she returned my T-shirt. I haven't washed it yet. How long before the scent of a beautiful young woman fades?
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
