Of course, it's all I've ever wished for. Luxury for rent in a studio apartment, a car on a credit card, alimony after a divorce. Opulence on the utility bills, resigning for a ridiculous pension. Oh, I'm not saying it's small. Just a bit rude. But I did work. I'm doing well, but I'm not complaining. I have unworn clothes and shoes - tags still on. New underwear, tank tops and socks in case I end up in the hospital. I can pour myself a dry red or a gin and tonic or a whisky on the rocks whenever I want to. Luxury. And a dic.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
