She was addicted to chocolate and lies. She had dozens of friends at the mercy of her wishes: slide after slide after slide. He was tanned and always smelled like coffee and missed calls, spoke little but knew how to say it all by saying nothing. He had a cat, flowers in the window and two instagram accounts. He had time, grey Converse and a few light-headed friends to go have a beer with. Soulmates who will never meet. She was Virgo. He was married. Too married to have an astrological sign.
(Translated by Denisa Stanciu / 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. 
