They stripped me naked, looked me up and down, painted my forehead pink and gave me a sheath made of palm leaves to put my Hardbongo in it. I was waiting to be sacrificed in some ancestral ritual, knowing I was an early fruit for them. Devil knows where I ended up stranded. I have to eat raw balls, surrounded by smiling naked women, smoke leaves that suddenly activate my sex, and satisfy at least ten women a day. The balls are the enigma. Get up, Costică, you're foaming at your damn mouth and you might die.
(Translated by Diana Mîndruță-Tănăsescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
