I sanitize these words with all the repulsion you deserve, Geto. Which. What?? Which. And what did I say? Come on, stop it. You know that you make fun of me. I who taught you in a few days how to be educated, Geto. I'm letting you know that the WHICH emotional tràffic I feel for you is in traffic jam. The traffìc. What? You put the accent wrong. What accent? That's the thing that annoys me about you. You are sensitive. What are you doing, are you crying? Are those tears? No, it's cerebrospinal fluid. My brains are pouring out of my eyes when I see how stupid you are.
(Translated by Beatrice Porumb / 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. 
