Rachel was right, he looked horrible. Unshaved, the face having sharp edges from the disease and vices, he could barely hold the brush in the hand. In the house was as cold as ice, he was wearing the hat and was still trembling. The alcohol was over. Paul took care of it. At least he could have warmed up a little bit. He was hoping to receive from Theo some money. He did not manage to sell anything, and the landlord was coming daily to ask money for the rent. The colours for painting were starting to run out as well. Today, ochre. He had to finish just one ear and the portrait would be done. Vincent, DON'T.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
