I met the first one in a hotel room. She couldn't tear herself away from your hungry hands and would respond to your wild caresses by closing her eyes in a lingering quiver. I sighed with a moan. There was another one on a park bench. You were playing your guitar, and she was watching you star-struck. What a fool. The third one mostly loved you like crazy. She'd press your palms to her cheeks, and then, gently unwrapping them, she'd fill the cupped hands with kisses. God, what a madwoman. Wearing bright red underwear, the last one was making you fries. I choose to leave you.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. Eliana Ionoaia / 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. 
