The moon gave you a blueish shade and your breath was a smell of Bachus into my cheek. I was awaking from the madness of the beasts hidden in the darkness within us and I longed for air. You did not move when I bumped into the empty bottle by the bed, nor did you flinch when I opened the window and the draft slammed the door behind me. You will later look for the answer, in the flatter of the curtain, to who was your ghost this night. Another bottle in the hall, I am thirsty and the last drops of the berries picked in the evening explode in me in the morning. And the city is still sleeping.
(Translated by Tania Diniță / 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 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. 
