My butt was numb on the wooden chair. He won't stop talking. He keeps telling me how wonderful and good he is, how he knows how to make money and how he can recognize a good woman; he told me about his whole childhood, how much milk he drank out of his mother's tits, when he took his first steps, what schools he attended, how many prizes ge got, how many countries he visited. Only after two hours did he tell me to tell him something about myself, too. I told him only this: I am a whore. Life fucks me in every position. You will never. Bye.
(Translated by Alexandra Handrea / 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. 
