He left me shortly after his old man passed away. His taste buds craved other varieties. He left without regret or a glance over his manly shoulders, leaving me stony and parched. I mourned for a while, shutting myself in. Then the sun stubbornly eased my desolation. It had sprouted a few shoots, testimony to my gone beauty. It fed me skillfully, multiplying me and peppering the hill with my sisters. I conquered my new mistress at first sight. Today I gave her the finest Gavi. I'm a true Cortese.
(Translated by Angelica Ioana Curcan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. Eliana Ionoaia / 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. 
