The evening rippled shadows across the garden, the talk had fallen into the trap of war, crisis and self-destruction, gently, the smell of his pipe shortened the distance, the look in his eyes hardened, suspicious of my look, the black shirt clad the body I had wrapped my skin around an hour ago, only the host's hands, setting platters on the table and pouring wine broke our intimacy, then the air caught fire and we rolled right there, like two possessed, through the idea of closeness, at the end we rose, thanked each other for dinner and left home.
(Translated by Angelica Ioana Curcan / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
