This one, who in God's name is he? I don't know where to place him. Girl, how could you not know? This guy was writing poems to you, then stopping you on your way to fill your cup with water to recite them to you in those short, red pants of his. And you were making fun of him and he told on you to your grandma. Oh my, Dane. Dane. He really is stupid, not learning from the past, old and stubborn man. He brought me a huge bouquet of roses. He cut those roses for no reason. Yeah, that's how it's done, dead flowers for dead people.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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. 
