Florica, why do you look so
stuck-up, it is as if you are wearing high heels. The times have changed, my man. I have just found out that in my past life I was a princess. I told ya not to check up that hella horoscope thing. Just move your ass and feed the goats, I am not your plough boy. Once upon a time. Vasile, I am melancholic, and my girls are very much empathetic with my dramatic metempsychosis and so their lactic glands stagnate. Vasile, bring me the moccasins. You mean the rubber boots, wife? You lack poetry, you are as shallow as the galactic abyss in the enema of the final ending.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / 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. 
