I either feel pushed in front of a car or something pulls me back. When a black cat crosses my path, a white one immediately crosses my path too. If a cool girl reading about chess theory sits next to me on the subway, the brainless Botox chick in the opposite seat blows my mind. I moved from the 8th floor to the ground floor, I sold the car so I wouldn't pull the wheel aimlessly, I've only been using plastic knives for a while. Not much has changed since my fellows went to the clouds. Too bad only my mother loved me.
(Translated by Anca Cristina Georgiana Mihai / 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. 
