What's wrong, grandma? Yes, from Comarna. What's wrong, mom? Everything, Doctor. Look, starting from my chest, or not. From my shoulders, let me take off my blouse. The deceased. He was such a good man. From the shoulders to the feet, do you know how I hurt during the night? I sound like a mill. And Marița gave me a gel, because she said "it's not you when you're hurting". And I anointed myself in about 50 places, once kissed places, with a shade of gel each. Grandma, I have an emergency in the Emergency Unit. Here, a gel for another 50 joint shades.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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. 
