11.10.2023
 He had no idea what love was, he had never been in love before. His father hadn't taught him about women, he didn't have any sisters. They sent him to a theological high school. They wanted to make him a priest, but no one asked him if he wanted that too. He'd seen Ilinca today, bathing in the lake near the forest. He leaned his cheek against the bark of a pine tree and breathlessly admired her every shape. Her every undulation in the water. He was flooded by heat waves, new shivers. Oh, this would go so well with a beer. I've got one, Cătălin rustled from the next bush.  

(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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.

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