We were floating in the sky, and the trees and the sun knew, and they gently encouraged us. Our hair intertwined into a shared crown when he tickled the palm of my hand, and I ran on, laughing. He laughed too as he tried to catch up with me, bumping into passers-by, and I reached the gate of my house first. Entering it, I left behind a shoe, dropped my blouse in the hallway, my skirt on the stairs, all while in a hurry to reach the bedroom door before him. I hung my bra on the doorknob. Naked, I fluttered my underwear triumphantly before him when he appeared in the doorway, salivating like Pavlov's dog.
(Translated by Lucia-Alexandra Brînaru-Mitrofan / 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. 
