I have ten kids and they are all in the courtroom. They look at me accusingly, some spit on me, most of them just want to know the truth. What was in my head? Why did I choose to use my own sperm instead of the anonymously donated one. Now they are genetically related to a doctor that wasn't able to distinguish between good and bad, for who ethics were of no use. I wish I could tell them that I only wanted their parents to have heirs, but I know that would be only a dirty lie. In reality, I am a narcissist. A monster.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
