Nope, nothing special, no metaphors. Exactly as it is written, read, see with your own eyes or with your own airy minds. Precisely everything seems to be in a certain way. I got bored. Gravely. Everything is visibile now. A
tragic-comically simple and pure situation. And simple. Direct, clear, clean, undisguised. Unmasked. Naked. Declared. I left. I escaped. I want to run, get away, remove makeup, unmask, dismember, reassemble. Just like this. Only these things I desire. On a snapped piece of land but not entirely, still a little sticked. And naked. Either me or she.
(Translated by Teodora Stoian / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
