Luigi: ma che cazzo dove sono mi pantaloni, where the fuck are my pants? Mario, not Italian at all, just a local from Vaslui, replied subtly: what friggin' pants, you dago freak? You fouled yours after gobbling up the bean stew mommy sent me, you asshole, you bean-eatin' moron, you. Ah, mi ricordo chi mi sono asciugato il culo con loro. You think? That was a dumb dumb thing to do and you didn't even do that well. I'm the one who cleaned after you, you feckless punk, I hope you rot in hell, beans and all, you little shit.
(Translated by Andreea-Iulia Ciucă / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
