No, you're not getting away from me. I'll scream. My darling, the day is calling. But I don't want him gone and I'm wrapping my legs around his hips. My love, it's time. My mouth covers his mouth and messes up his mind. My darling. He's still elusive, and I encourage him with memories of yesterday, with caresses of now. Heart to heart, eye to eye, we breathe shakily, embracing. He screams, I scream, because it hurts so much love. We feel as if we're blessing death. Do with us what you will. And while we swim through the moment the wave may come and the day after.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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. 
