We don't have children, he is my child. He's embarrassed by the receding hairline, by my fat tummy, but I cook so well. A little embarrassed, otherwise basking in happiness, sometimes scared of the perfection we live in, that I'm so beautiful, just like when we met. He loves to smell my hair and kiss my clear eyes and is grateful I don't nag him. He praises me for taking care of everything, and says he doesn't even mind my odd stuff in the wardrobe, wigs, a silicone breast, contact lenses and a denture.
(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. 
