Today I'm without Alexandra, it's first day of school, I drove her to the gateway and let her go among her little friends. Your father's gone, I took him yesterday from the crematorium and put him in an hourglass, I hope you'll be able to turn it someday. I started playing drums, more out of the desire of continuously hitting something without it seeming strange, I have no musical inclination. I discussed with the doctors about disconnection, I told them only over my dead body. Although it's not as if I weren't dead already. See you tomorrow. You're beautiful.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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. 
