Plump and greenish, Miri hopped from one foot to the other. Once again, to the other. Once again. Coca, baby, it is not what it looks like. I don't know who this young lady is. Coca frowns while kicking her feet. She kicks her feet. Once again. You bastard. Miri shuts his mouth, unable to find his words. I was just coming home. The young lady dropped the lipstick on the floor. I took the lipstick and followed her. She tripped over and started screaming. I fell up against her. She was struggling, so I took out the lipstick. That's why I have marks on my neck and shirt. It was going very well. And then you showed up.
(Translated by Iuliana Boruga Danciu / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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. 
