The disappearance of a neural inflammation that I had until yesterday, without fuss, that is, its resorption, led to an inevitable breakdown of the numbers in my phone into prime factors. As I no longer had the neurons, I deleted myself with the decision taken by a team following some debates, its solution remaining on the brown side. The signs of intelligence disappeared through a pathological process, retroactively terminating the contract with one of my mutual muses whom I gave birth to without executing them. So, yes.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
