I didn't want no cameras in the building, Geta confided, leaning on her mop. But he said no, they're good for you, at least that way you'll get to work. Damn pervert, he was watching everyone who lives here and ratting them out to the cops, like I don't know! That's why he had enough of Cocuța, she was taking a selfie in the elevator and he came and said, oy, if you're married then who you posing for? And he was one step away from the closet. What step? They found him in the closet, hung by a tie, with his pants down and his eyes up my ass. On the desktop.
(Translated by Diana Mîndruță-Tănăsescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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. 
