I bought a bed. I built a chair and a small wardrobe out of it. I gave my neighbours one of it for a shelf. Lucky me. And the neighbour, of course. I bought a chair. I built the hydroelectric power station Porțile de Fier 2. I also obtained a small ship, but I gave it on a corn chip. The impossible become possible. The possible becomes ephemeral. There are bolts and interior screws left. I made a soup. There's a little leg left, I don't know where from. I also made a kind of two. Maybe it's enough to make a head cheese. Nothing is lost. Thoughts come to mind, but they also fly from it.
(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. 
