A teeny-weeny girl enters my home. She is kneadnig between her fingers a sugaryball of cotton candy. Her sticky fingertips are feeling a coffin. Hello, she says. Hello, I respond. I'd wike thee coffis. Sorry, I ask. Coffis. You sew coffis, wight? Thee coffis says on the comme'cial. Yeah, I answer, flustered. But why do you need such things? Fow wikes. Sorry? What do you mean? I want to buwy my thee pawots, who died whiwe I was gone at seaside, fwom missing me too much. Well, very nice of you. But what does this have to do with the likes? I'm stweaming the funewalwive on Facebook.
(Translated by Daniela-Andreea Gugescu / 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. 
