The lighted lamp radiates warmth on you. You're so white, with wrinkled pores that call on all of my senses. I watch you wait, naked. I caress you, and slowly, submissively, you guess my thoughts and let yourself be, engraved with the tattoo of my desires. You feel the magnitude of my love when it passes from me to you and you don't get mad, don't cry that I'm useless, I tell you to leave it for tomorrow, come on. You've got no fear that maybe I'll crumple you up and throw you away. You are part of the bridge that gets me on the other side, you, a piece of paper.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
