My father entered the house holding a big bouquet of flowers. My mother started to yell at him that the rent couldn't be paid with tulips. Nor could we get a full stomach by eating them. After a month, they had divorced. That's when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. A rich man. I graduated from school, from college, from PhDs. I got my own money, a lot of money. Then, I met a wonderful woman. I offered her palaces, diamonds, luxurious journeys, Versace handbags. She left me. She said that she couldn't live with a man that never brought her flowers.

(Translated by Diana-Maria Croitoru / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 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 Ficţiuni Reale.

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