Where do you come from, Grigorina, at this hour on Sunday? And why are you so cheerful? Safta asked. Look, you were at my imaginary lover's. Come on, leave her the hell alone, girl. How come, imaginary? You think I don't know you're in boats with Nelu's Zăvălâș? Safta, you fucking bitch. What do you think I don't know that you're fucking Fane's Bârță? Shhh, shut up, don't let the Tăgărâlă hear. Better tell me why you say it's imaginary. Well, my Sfoiag imagines I come from church.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / 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 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. 
