It's 7 and you've come home wasted again, you asshole. And that bitch on the second floor is vacuuming again. It's like she's fucking doing it on purpose. Hush, baby, don't wake up. Sometimes I just want to call the police. Stupid woman, it's quiet time only until 6. Yeah, but I'm calling the police to tie me up after I trample on that skank. Bitch, you're like a pool of vomit after a night of heavy drinking, not wanted, but needed for recovery. So shut up and help me get to bed. When I grow up, I want no parents, said the child waking up.
(Translated by Andreea Theodora Drăgan / 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. 
