I come out of a bush, when out of nowhere a bag falls on my head. Covered in the dust that was streaming down my swollen face, I catch a glimpse of the uncovered sewer with half an eye glued shut by the blood trickling down my forehead. I go around it, only to bump into a pole, from which I ricochet into her arms. Brown hair, green eyes, feline body and, ah, her lips, an ivory band-aid for my wounded gestures.She looks at me lovingly, saying, Fuck you, you drunken homeless bastard. Then she pushes me out into the street. Just my luck. I get hit by an ambulance. I'm a winner. I'm alive.
(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
