Look, we broke this closet door that night when we were both drunk and laughing like fools. It smells like polenta. Sometimes it was so easy to be happy. What would you like to eat? Oh, polenta with french fries and eggs, of course, my dear. I'd decorate the plate with yolk and draw a happy face with cheese as the mouth and potato as the hair. And we laughed, we laughed a lot together. I know, I could have forgiven him, but that lipstick on his shirt stuck like a stain on my heart. Look, one of his socks after the bed. I'm gonna fix this door today.
(Translated by Delia-Maria Cocoș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
