Her eyelids are dark and her hair is let down. He cupps her face in his sweaty hands and kisses her nicotine tasting lips. He just lies there, like a dishonoured Adonis, lover of rolled cigarettes and erotic poems. That was how she had lured him. With a pack of Prodomo and a poem by Rimbaud whispered in his ear. She tore off the piercing from his left nipple, but the body was lifeless. The mix of opium and valerian had worked. He had taken only a few sips of the steaming coffee. When she stuck the dagger into his heart there was a faint gasp.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
