I'm a billionaire. Of cardboard. I've built myself a castle, out of cards. In my garage I have a Volvo, a Lamborghini and two Rolls Royces, left over from the Turbo gum, chewed in the '80s. On the couch there are stacks of euros, dollars and even Romanian lei, I've mixed up the Monopoly games and I don't know which one they're from. On the desk, a real gun. A glue gun. Little niece snorts a fine white powder and her mother has no idea where the powder milk keeps disappearing. Drops of blood on the floor. I need to get another razor blade.
(Translated by Cristina Fliter / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
