I have undressed in front of you. You judged me for it, with whatever words spewed from your mouth. My mother has told me. I needed to have a trade at hand. Electrician. Electronics technician. I became a computer technician. Automation specialist. Sad. Two wires and a light bulb, a job for a crafty guy. Wherever I went, I brought light. I started three-phase motors in the dark. My mother is no more. From nowhere, she is proud of me. Even though she told me I'm a good-for-nothing. That I abandoned something and someone. She didn't understand. She left, just like that. With her thoughts. Nowhere.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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. 
