You have no idea what you're talking about. You just whine. It was me who felt the most insidious suspension. Meow. Imagine now knowing whether you will live further or if death would get you by the fangs. Meow. Imagine being at the mercy of someone whose name sounds like a brand of faucet or bearing balls. Choices are the moustache's fiercest expectation, a kind of hope with no mice. The longer you wait, the heavier your heart gets due to your potential hunger. This box is a purgatory. You know what? It's purrfect as it is. Day 91 is the first day of my incarnation, living or not. Meow.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
