Boastful and juicy, they lie in front of me, wallowing on a white card with mustard iridescence, snug and content. In public, erotic killers of diets keep calling out for me to spare them. Eyes big as dumping's, I fumble with my fork in the air, ready to pounce, but all sorts of existential questions are nagging me and short-circuiting my black widow neurons. Which should I knock own first, the well-done or the rare one? Should I season them with a pinch of salt or wash them down with a pint? To continue, please share and subscribe. 18+ only.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / 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. 
