You're not capable of anything, the boss yelled like he did every day. He felt his blood rising to his brain and his hand curling like a bow. I have two options, he thought as he was gritting his teeth. I rather punch him now, cool down and quit, or I do as he says, but this means that tonight I go home. His thoughts flew as his guts started rummaging. It was 12 o'clock. Screw him! There's always tomorrow. Anyway, in a few months they're going to replace him, and then another one's going to come, and then another one. Anyway, what's there to eat in the cafeteria?
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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. 
