When I arrived at the beach, I got off my 320 power horses and planted myself in the shade next to a frosty drink dispenser. The first four beers went thorough me like water through sand, I didn't even feel them. Then I wolfed down a pyramid of anchovies seasoned with excessive garlic and threw myself on a beach chair in the sun. I fell asleep with the mask over my eyes and now I look like I've transplanted half of my face. Even children laugh at me. I've been looking for my keys for two hours now, I think they fell in the water when I changed the oil. Get on the train and bring more supplies, it's on me.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
