He revolved around her in his flight. He quickly told her \'I love you', their lives were so short. He flapped his black wings and touched hers, zephyr-like and white like the flowers in a meadow. She looked at him and her antennae turned red. How quickly he said he loves me, she thought. He's shallow, like all males. How can I know if I love him? I can't feel butterflies in my stomach, that would be really absurd. She opened Wiki, to lepidoptera, read and decided: I love you too, we may die tomorrow. Black and white, they flew away smoothly, like a dream.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
