that you would take me home. Your home. And you would give me a bite to eat, hot food. And you'd dress me in your dead wife's clothes. And you'd take me to a philharmonic. And I'd hear for the first time in my life that good kind of music, wordless music, as they say. And you'd wash me with conditioner and shampoo, and you'd spray me with expensive perfumes. And you'd put me to sleep in clean sheets, not on those cardboards, if I show you my tits. Liar. Fuck off and fuck you. And the old douchebag left.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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. 
