I'm dying to know, tell me quickly, what else did he give you? He gave me a pff, it would have been nice if he had, but he doesn't, that's why he needs a cool ride and a villa, he can't win a woman alone. I thought he sent me that mask with the black feathers and the gold chain to take me to the Venice carn'val or at least to some kinky stuff with feathers and whips, to wear the feathers, the chain and nothing else. I ended up at a ballet, girl, ballet. I thought I'd die there for two hours. Those feathers tickled my nose, I sneezed my eyes out.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
