What time is it, Rodica? Costeluș asked her,
light-headed. 1:10AM. And how did'ya get here? By cab, how else, laughed she. Oh, girlie, are you drunk? Nooo. How much did'ya drink? Two beers. Wait, no, three. And who else was there? All of the girls. It was so nice. We all laughed our heads off at you. You know, Costeluș, I love you. She stared into his eyes. He was wide awake now. Rodica, is there something you want? She was in stitches. Just a little, yeah. Look how great it is to go out with the girls, it helps with that fucking migraine you keep getting every other night.
(Translated by Ana Stănilă / 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. 
