Right there. Well, right in front of the gate. And obviously, no number on the windshield. He even got dirty trying to sneak past it. He was seeing red. He had to drive around for ten minutes, trying to park his car. What a jerk, he thought to himself, a stinker. Wait till you see what I'm going to do to him. Talking on the phone, swaying wildly on the high platforms, the blonde approached the car, rounding her red lips in an absent apology. Don't worry, miss, no problem, we're human. Let me pull the dumpster, so you don't get dirty.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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. 
