I lusted for Maricica, because of the eyes, sooner the left one, breasts, both, and because of her undiacritic character. I was ready even to take a bath for her, sometimes, if it came up. I felt a chemistry, her also being an assistant at a rather chemical lab. She liked my cyrillic and holographic character, me resembling both Tudor Chirilă and Dan Bittman, at night. I wrote down this words because something might end up happening. That's if you're not envious and try to jinx it for me.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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. 
