Yes, love of my life, of course. You're right. No, my love, I ain't lying. How could I ever lie to you? Tomorrow I'll come home, and I'll handle it. I'll bring the money too. All of it, my love. Still, I wanted to buy you a bouquet of flowers. Orchids, of course.The exotic ones, like you, my love. I get it, I won't, I'll bring all the money. All of it. Nothing's missing. I didn't take any, I swear on my life. I mean on my life, not on yours. I love you. I adore you. We'll see each other tomorrow. She sussed me out, the bitch. Let's get out of here, my wife's caught on, dear Apocalypse.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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 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. 
