Congratulations, chief accountant. Your wife will give you a son, so I've heard. My kindest regards to you Mrs. Mioara. Make sure though your bundle of joy is not curly- haired like Cornel. I've seen the two of you having sex in the closet. Hey, Guță, when did you say you would be retiring? Next year? You would tell me that you could hardly wait for the two of us to have a game of chess in Cismigiu. You won't now. Big loss. You stink at chess, anyway. I used to let you win, dickhead, 'cause I knew you would hold a grudge. Come on. What's with all those sad faces? I'm gonna miss you. Just get that cake out of here before I piss on it.
(Translated by Elena Florea / 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. 
