He came staggering down the sidewalk, leather coat in his left hand, shouting I have a house and I have moneyssss, no`odywantssss toooo, his foot slipped off the curb, nobody wants to loveeee' me. Ah, ah, man, he shouted after the cyclist who had grabbed the coat from him at full speed and fled. He burst into laughter: haaaa, haaa, yoooman, you made a mistake, it wasn't the coat you were supposed to take. This key - and he spun the blue keychain that showed a single key - is from, from what? He spun it once again, the key slipped out of his hand and disappeared into the night. He left mumbling: nobody wantssss.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
