Each and every morning I would drag my way out of the subway, with my hot coffee, suit on point and white shirt that faded the grey of the heart. I picked up the pace as I approached the building which greedily devoured my life. Like a muppet in the whirlwind of consumerism, I would sell my worth for a couple of hundred euros a month. From time to time I rewarded myself with a platonic
city break. When my neurons would flirt with the idea of change, my foot would crush that thought. The corporatism made me its prisoner. It had lured me despicably, in an everlasting partnership.
(Translated by Mihaela Dumitrescu / 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. 
