I wake up with a dry throat. I reach for my glass, but. Damn. No hand. And then I remember. A night of poker and drunkenness. Probably lost it. Dude, wait, I understand losing but not the physical hand. I'm really thirsty. I'll take the other one. The other what, I don't have one. It's clear. I drank like a fish. Otherwise I don't know how I could lose two hands one after the other. Maybe I'm asleep. That's it. I'd pinch myself to check, but I can't. I'd better go to bed. Dream I have hands. I wake up with no neck.
(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. 
