Math classes in a humanities class were boring as fuck. Even though Dana, my classmate, wasn't wearing underwear that day. I know this because I always put a shard of mirror in the desk so I could amaze her at breaks with my "I bet I know what color your panties are" magic numbers. I tore up a sheet on silence mode and made a pretty cool airplane. I had my sights set on Costeluș. I launched it into orbit and it came to rest right on the teacher's head. She gave me two slaps. For bad altitude.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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. 
