I don't know who the lady is, I don't even care, they can do whatever they want with her, it's their problem now, sleep with her, take her out to some boring movie, take her to a lame ass cake or whatever these young people are up to today. A woman? A woman is a lady, because I use made-up words like this one just to rub the ego of a fictitious one. Lady, it fills your mouth when you say it. Yes, dusty English words that give a vintage vibe to some old-fashioned mockery. As cuffle born from mercy, as the poets would say. What can I say? Well, shit. Couldn't care less.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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. 
