I'm your redhead and I drive my Ferrari the same way, I'm rolling my blunt simultaneously. My life is like poker, to have reason to cover the grass in my eyes with smoky lenses. I stop at the traffic light, vomiting Guns N 'Roses over pedestrians. I extinguish the sunset of August with a line of cox on the edge of the horse. My lipstick on your shirt equals slaughter with your wife. I laugh hysterically, I'm too good for hungry bulls, I drink Red Bull for that. I have a wish worthy of the Hotline. I want to rub your eggs with nettles, so that i can have red eggs for Easter too.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / 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. 
