Everytime he was angry, he would take a line. Lately, he got angry a lot. Just like today. He had come home tired and his wife was chit-chatting with some guy, under the cherry plum tree. Or apple tree. Or whatever the fuck that was. A tree. You comin' to eat, bitch? he hissed angrily, craving a line. Right away, she purred, flipping her hair back. She was next to them in a heartbeat, ready to spew venom on them when. As Eve wiped the blood from her heel, Adam eased himself down the squiggly line in the dirt. Do you want an apple? she hissed.
(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. 
