The psychologist told me to put myself first. I take the bucket and the child and go to the sea. Nothing bothers me, I swear. Nor on the right,
nails-eyelashes-lips with floppy bottom screaming into the phone: Girrrl, by your late mother. Nor even on the left the hairy belly that sticks in and out at the second word. I put on my headphones, I open the book. I'm in the foreground. The child moves quietly to the wet sand, he doesn't want anything from me. Mommy? I raise an eyebrow. What do you want? He kicks me. You're a nice pussy. That's what that bald, fat gentleman said.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
