The camp fire had burnt out. We were lying on the sand, counting stars and listening to the sea. Out of the blue, Dan asked what it would be like for an extraterrestrial being to look at us, like a child looks through the keyhole. They'd be having nightmares, I replied. Imagine what a high, Andrew added. Yes, a cosmological one, someone said, puffing away. Out of nowhere, under a shirt, towards some breasts, a hand slipped. In the middle of the night, an orgasm happened. A little further away, a star exploded.
(Translated by Monica-Andreea Gaman / 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. 
