I touch the sand on the bottom of the sea with my soles. The water is up to my neck. I feel a stroke on my legs. A hand rises slowly, makes its way under my slip, cups my privates in its palm like a seashell, then I don'tknow anything more. Silence. In de depths surrounding us the dolphins got petrified, the fishes became statues, waves turned into mountains. When the man couldn't breathe anymore, he rose above water a few meters away from me. He went on the lounge chair, next to his girlfriend. I am still in water, with a marine kiss on my skin and boulders instead of soles.
(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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. 
