He got to his 33
rd spring and was still a virgin. He only got to meet up with tramps, with gold-diggers that would rather scratch his egothan his genitals. His mother would always tell him that he needed a countryside girl, a simple one, with fear of God. His friends, on the other hand: yo, the woman must be dominated, subdued. You stick two fingers in her mouth and screw her till her makeup's in shambles. When he got into the room together with Alina, he undressed her, turned her around, stuck two fingers in her mouth, to which she began to whistle. I knew you were from the countryside.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
