I don't understand contemporary literature, I said, fed up with nonsense. My head was spinning and I was thinking what I needed. Stay for breakfast, he said, and I took him for granted. Three crusts of stale bread, two expired eggs, a cube of rancid butter. The coffee had run out the other day, he announced, shrugging his shoulders. I couldn't find the other sock, quickly pulled on my shirt and jeans and, nursing an I'll call you later, I headed out. From the balcony, you forgot these, he calls waving my underwear. Fuck you, you failed writer. You pathetic.
(Translated by Otilia Mocanu / 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 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. 
