I punched the doctor like never before. Considering that he told me last week that I have a small brain. That's what I went through. But should he, the cad, tell me that I have problems because of my stupid father? If you mock my father, get out of here, I wanted to tell him. But my punch has no mind, if it had, it would have understood that it's just a flow of norepinephrine and cortisol, generated by endocrine hyperactivity, but how would he know? Zbang. May the nurse be blessed. She told me that I was a sample of coproculture. I have value.
(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. 
