I meet Mr. Popescu once a month. He is married. All my lovers are married. They are calmer, easier to control and please, they don't make a fuss, and in bed they are like studs escaped from a cosmic boredom. We had good sex this time as well. He brought me amandine and an Egyptian perfume, and when he left, I don't know why, he told me that I gained some weight from last time. After he walked out the door, I called his wife and told her that Mr. engineer forgot his lighter in the hotel room.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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. 
