My parents have been married for about sixty years. I never heard them argue. Dad makes my mother laugh out loud. Even now, at their eighties, they go for a walk arm in arm. And then, what the fuck I do here, hidden under this table in the shrine, while in my mind, my presumed wife curses me, my father sends me a message saying be a man, my mother sends another message saying baby, the invitations are sent, and the priest says I'm going to funeral for at least the dead man is determined. What do they know? I'm afraid of wedding cakes for my entire life.
(Translated by Anca Cristina Ilie / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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. 
