I'm slightly tired and my whole body hurts all over despite the Advil. I have a drawing from Spain, with the Sagrada Familia, after a poor divorce, ten beers and an exhaustive night with an unknown. Ironic, right? I have another one from our last day as a couple, when I left home untimely and escaped my mother-in-law's nagging and cabbage soup. I scribble on the fridge and realize I don't want any more doodles in my life. I'm just keeping this one from my daughter, with I love you, daddy, and us playing chess. It's the only one who didn't give me a headache.
(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. 
