Countless cups of coffee, deadlines waiting for us in the cubicles. Outside, the magnolias bloom once again without me. Today she's on duty. Too bad, she will kill us with her enthusiasm. What should I eat on the break? I only get hungry at dawn. His music blasts terribly. Same music every night. We're
a big, unhappy family; we have nothing to talk about, we just lose ourselves in our phones. I find myself something to do. The bunch of papers looks askance at me. It's hard to make it through the night through ferocious catacombs. I'm waiting for Sunday. It's the only coffee day I talk. To him.
(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. 
