He played as a striker in Craiova, he had some money and a blonde girlfriend who was making wedding plans. She'll have a dress and veil with green leaves like that vegetable, what do you call it? She was squinting with effort, trying to conjure up that image from the meagre lexicon she possessed, when another idea struck her. The cake will have a cream that tastes like that thing that was carried around in suitcases like in that movie. What do you call it? It's on the tip of my tongue, but I still don't know. She was still smiling when she received the text: listen, I fell in love with someone else, cancel everything, goodbye, good riddance on a green leek. Oh, good, that was its name, she gasped in relief.
(Translated by Elena Patricia Măroiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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. 
