The hell you are, just get those bricks, cause no one was born with wings. You and your mother are going to eat soft biscuits. She thought she was smart too, as she knew I don't know how many poems by heart. I piss on them with whoever wrote them, do you think that the poems are going to keep the hunger away? You're the spitting image of your mother, ever so brilliant but for getting knocked up and his father gave her to me to wash away her shame, because your father didn't want her. He wasn't stupid like me, he had his fun and he had been and gone and done with it. Oi, can't you put down that shingle-winged shit?
(Translated by Ana-Maria Batog / 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. 
