He brought me tulips too, he brought me paints too and denim jackets and quadrilateral socks. We ate lollipops and cotton candy in the park. He took me to a romantic movie and straight to the giant peak of Fagaras. He ditched the sweat pants; he wore only cotton. He knew how to love me, she knew all my wishes, of everything I wrote to you Ionela, on whats app. Anyway, he sucks in bed, and he's got a small dick, don't let the nose fool you. I hope you're reading this, Ghiță, I blocked you everywhere, go to hell you pig, you useless programmer and filthy hacker.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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. 
