It was hard to resist even for few minutes in that laundry room, but she had gotten used to it since working there. The steam lifted the odors from the clothes and suspended them in the dense air. Tank tops kept body odor the best of all. Her senses had been piqued ever since she glimpsed their vaguely orange stains of sauce, alcohol, blood, and sperm mixed into what she called man essence. She would take one and wipe her face, breasts and between her legs with mad passion. Which she called love.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
