I'm a kiddo with pimples on my face, who hates staying home alone. Mom is long gone. Dad works all day. I don't have many friends. Only with Maria, my deskmate, do I sometimes talk about things no one knows. I've been sitting on this bench for about three hours now, listening to music on my headphones and watching people come in and out from the dentist's. There's nothing bothering me. I'm waiting for dad to finish his work, leave his white robe in his office, and then go home. Today we're going to cook some spaghetti carbonara.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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. 
