I was born on Monday morning. The doctor was hungover and smelled of whiskey and nurse panties. The nurse had sleepless eyes and her husband's jaw. The doctor was upset that he didn't get a boner, and the nurse because of her spicy vegetable mash (zacusca) that got burned. My mother was smiling lost.
I died on a Wednesday afternoon. The doctor smiled and smelled of spicy vegetable mash. The nurse smelled of a doctor's panties and adjusted my pillow by giving me big breasts, which had just hosted, by turn, the doctor's and her husband's tool.
I worked on Tuesday.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ștefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
