He had them both for different pleasures. The one out in the city, the liberated one, that drove him mad impetuously asking
lick, shoot, bite. His coarse tongue danced through the gully pinched between his fingers and then sipped its sap. The one out in the countryside he knew well, he was burning with the desire to swallow her breasts like pears and savour their nipples. He wanted to keep them together in his home, but the girls deduced their values and started to make a fuss. Caramba! You bitch. They would should at each other, but he'd pretend he didn't hear a thing, hungry for a life spiced up by two lovers.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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. 
