I met Hans at the bar. A hammered one this German, but chivalrous. A driver. I introduced myself as Frida from east Germany. A week later we were moving in together. One night he told me in his messy language that he loves something ending in eek. Eek? For a month I've been taking him to Greek music bars, but no luck. He said I didn't get it and he wanted me to leave. On the last night I was hit by a smell. He was cooking. He gave me a taste and then said: Actually, I am Neculai from Teleorman, and this is what I like, not Greek music. Hell, I too am Floarea from Caracal, so I jumped him.
(Translated by Monica-Andreea Gaman / 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. 
