My stomach hurt when she caught her hair in her ponytail and I saw the beads of sweat on her neck. I slipped a lot of notes into the gymslip's pockets. You are more beautiful than the stars. Nothing. You're smarter than Einstein. Nothing. And? I demonstrated to her that I know the names of actors and singers with
y. Who? Oh. Yves Montand. Nothing at all. I asked her to watch a movie with me. Nothing. And? And since I didn't have money for carnations, I took an arm of wisteria. And? It was in vain. She was still looking for the older ones in the tenth.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
