02.04.2022
She appears on the balcony, he, a little tipsy, is leaning against the trunk of a tree. He urinates. What shadows there? It's just Juliet, grease is running down her chin. The moon is pale, because it can no longer be seen. Speak, obese angel of light, he whispers to her with a full belly. Why are you, Romeo? But who would you like me to be? I was waiting for the butcher because he said he was coming to get me fresh pork rind. Because I'm so hungry for it. And the nanny says to eat roses and weeds. A rose, whatever you call it, still doesn't taste like shaorma.

(Translated by Alexandra Gruia / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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 almost daily. 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.

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