Where the hell is my flown? I left it charming here. At every turn I trip over #%$^# and sorts of all rubb. Leftover dishes dirty food, a sosock rolled up in side an other, ah, and bits of veg dif pap pack, ugh, I've stepped in brown, the flown number is not available, what a mix of skunks to make a smell happie, here's a pear of underwear only worn on one side, or, ah, seems not, I'll put them back in the sink, where the hell is the flown? And of course if a dump the house is then the writing no other way could be.
(Translated by Cristina Fliter / 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 January 2021, the group has 3.000 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, setting their texts within the limit of 500 symbols (in Romanian language, so in English the limit might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise with an almost daily changed topic. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.