Nuti, dear, are we gonna be here any longer, I feel like I'm dying, said the first one, looking over the line of cheap, plastic, metal legged chairs. They were full of all sorts of people. Near them was sitting a Mexican man in a sombrero, next to him a petite Philippines woman, and next to her a grumpy Mongol man. I told you, stop putting lipstick on in my mirror. And I told you about the one with the truck too. And let go of the steering wheel already! Said the second one. Eventually, St. Peter invited them in the office, wrote down their names in the register and grouchily mumbled, cauldron number 8692.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
