Do please understand that we cannot be together. I know, we're very compatible in bed, I admit that. But that's not all in a relationship. I am an actress; I have good taste. I can't bear to see you showing off your large gold chain as if you were a gipsy music fan.Your house is full of religious icons, and I can't take it anymore. I hate when you bring me artificial flowers just to have them forever. Do you understand that? Okay, I got it. But tell me one more thing: Why do you cross yourself and kiss that crochet doily from your mother?
(Translated by Iuliana Boruga Danciu / 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. 
