In the fifth grade, my classmates had boyfriends. I didn't. I kept pondering on this. What could have been wrong with me? Later on, I discovered that I was too shy. Seems like boys don't like that type of girls. As time passed by, I learned that they neither like chatterboxes, nor virgins. I told myself that I'd take care of that when I grew up. It was hard to choose who was going to deflower me, so I resorted to my hand. I'm not shy anymore, as proved by the first harassment charge. I keep my mouth busy. Ah, I grew up, but now they are all smaller than me anyway.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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. 
