I was ace, he was king, although he was waited on by a queen, I knew, alas, poor Jack, I thought, caressing my pearls. Missing a card? He asked me. 10 times, I whispered to him, I needed a ten. He continued to catch me in words from the middle up, even though he was looking the other way, taking the aces out of his sleeve one by one. Finally, he drunk the scotch and displayed four of the kind. I glared and he reached down to his pants. Not yet, your holiness, save the tenderness for when it is done. Flush? He croaked. Royal flush, I whispered.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / 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. 
