Cesar was having dinner with Sulla. Although it sounds like a challenge to test the pineal strength it was really an invitation to dinner. Hail Cesar, what are you having? A salad, Hail me. It Hails no tomatoes. At least cut me a piece of stork cheese from those Dacians who merged the car factory with us. Brutus took the knife, he said he'll surprise you with a scheme later. I have to go, I'm going to the Prefecture. What does Sulla have to do with the Prefecture? My son drew his father's head on a fridge and it's not the same as the one on the coins. Fridge? Fridgederium? Haaail.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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. 
