By gods, I'm tired of your whims, get up. You always make me go through this hell, you spend too much. You don't care that I'm a poor man, that I haven't got a pound, you are still unsatisfied. Actually, I can't even look at you covered in all that make-up. Gone is that clean nymph for which I confronted fate. Come, Euridice, stand, no more keeling over, I'm tired of dragging you out of the store. Sitting up, she exploded in tears: I had a fit of jealousy, I don't have snakeskin boots.

(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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.

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