Rodica was sweating buckets in the kitchen. The soup was boiling, the casserole was in the oven and now she was beating the eggs for a cake. My God, I could kill for a cold beer right now, she thought. She called Costeluș who was in the
living-room, working on his laptop: Go get some beer, please. I can't, answered him while playing Tetris. God knows how much I've got to work. When do you want me to go? now, when this table won't go right? Suddenly, Costeluș felt a hard smack in the back of his head. A voice whispered in his ear: Now. I'm on my way, Rodica.
(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. 
