She couldn't stay still for two days now, pacing back and forth, like a constipated dog, and a prude one at that, who's too shy to take a dump in front pf everyone so he's searching for a spot, only for the urge to cease when he finds it. At one moment I see she's put on her Sunday rags and storms out, it was only Thursday. I ask her where she's going and she says she's going nowhere. The next morning my phone rings. I pick up and I hear a mans voice telling me to come and take her because she's drunk and fighting the gooses in the yard. Bewildered, I asked him, Nowhere, and the surname?

(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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.

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