Ingvar rushed. He promised old Stig he would take him to Älmhult to show him what he made out his old atelier he barely sold him. He was so satisfied he couldn't even get angry when a seagull shat, from flight, on his coat. A good sign, he smiled. The old man was already on the street. If I don't get home until dinner, Malin locks my brännvin in to the closet and she would wear the key between her tits, and I'm not the Viking I used to be, he growled. Tell me, couldn't you call this furniture shop differently?
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
