Once, a button fell from God's linen shirt. In the fall, it became the embodiment of a woman carrying me in her womb. Born in a nameless village, I was bitten by a glaring poverty. Foreign lands have put the devil's eye in my mother's eyes. That's how I bought a processor, which connected me to her. I burned it with kisses from monitors and thousands of pictures that were still breastfeeding me. Now I have installed another processor. I'm working on a
heart-stitching program to close my mother. I'm rotten there. Filthy rich.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Muşetescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
