I'm not saying that he doesn't do his job, because he does it, God would punish me to say that, but he's very dumb and non-conformist. Dumber than me. I don't know how the distributions are made, but if I'm dumb, wouldn't be better a gentler one, right? Yesterday I was with the girls at a pub and when he appeared next to me with a nonchalant
hi bitches, his wings look like he forceda landing and scratched his balls, he made me pay attention with his chin as if he was that car puppy head. Aha, my ex-boyfriend was crossing the street. Towards me.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
