Movies. Fine. Banderas or Brad Pitt? There are boys, man, not movies. What does it matter, movies or boys, anyway this was the only thing you had kept in your mind when we were playing that stupid game. Good for you having flowers. We had. Daisy or Camellia, Hortensia or Lily of the valley. We look at each other and we are laughing with all our might, after years of not even saying hello. He took a cigarette from my packet. Pah, shitty straws! Listen, why no one, but no one never made me choose you? Because was nothing to be seen, Mircea. Moreover, we were little and stupid.
(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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. 
