I am the perfect typist, I type quickly, everything is urgent, there are huge queues, they are desperate to come here, they want a good spot in a lot with heating, minimum decay and maximum evolution of the lunar flowering, suited to their status as mammoths clinging to catafalques with their decayed and yellow tusks in a delusion of power. I type useless documents, they are always dead men walking and stupid talking, and the rest of us bitterly count our days of stuffiness in a grave of communal bones.
(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. 
