I know where you were last night, what you did. I know everything. You can't deny it. You look at me like that, with those eyes. Say something. Say you didn't go around the neighbourhood. I saw you leave. You were bouncing like some
love-struck brat. At your age. Turn your head. You sly dog. Look at me when I'm talking to you. What are you talking about? You're moving out? Rubbing against the leg, the scolded lady grumbled weakly and slumped back in her chair. Fine, I won't send you next door. But you're sleeping with me tonight. Let mommy kiss that pink little nose of yours. What do you want to eat?
(Translated by Cristina Șuică / 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. 
