His wife had just finished making pancakes and called out to him to come and eat. The pancakes? With apricot jam. I'll be right there, I've got something left to work on, Adam's head. He left the game for a while, just enough to eat three pancakes, and by the time he came back, those two had already multiplied. No, man. Yeah, for real. So he paired them up, like one did with socks. And then he left to drink some water. By the time he came back, some of them were already killing their neighbour's goats, others were fighting in the name of the love they had for him, or so they said. Chaos. He deleted the game. Us? Well, we were wasted, we had already lost the game anyway.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
