and she suddenly answered him: love me until I love myself. Open your heart, let me see what you have in it. I don't want to, open it yourself. Scalpel? No, key. French? In English please. What's wrong with Romanian? Doesn't sound so good. I love you in whatever language I want, it can sound like a dry stone if it moves your soul. Do you love me or are we gargling? We do what you want. It doesn't work like that, tell me you love me for real. I said. I want one more time. You don't want it anymore, stick your shoulder to my shoulder and feel. Me too.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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. 
