I had been divorced for a year, had finished law school and was working for the Customs Department. Single lawyer, lawsuits all over Moldova. Tough. The director, nice: I put the guys from the Brigade to control an import company, so you don't go by train when you go to trial in another county. Hip - hip. The neighbors, piled up on the stairs, giggled as they watched me get off every day from another Toyota, with another driver. One, shameless: Teacher, he, he, where are you working now? I stare at her and spell: Can't you tell I'm coming from fucking? On the beltway, honey.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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. 
