We met at the bases of a bland social soup, I, a poorly bound produce, you not too packed with protein, but not too liquid, each with its thin and ordinary taste, with small exceptions on Friday, when we' see each other on a common street corner, kind of an overstatement to say common, it was packed full of individuals, and a stretch to say we saw each other, i was here and you were there, when neither of us were interested in the other, and it's much to say we were there, we most often were not. So who got sick up there and start to abundantly salt and pepper?
(Translated by Monica-Andreea Gaman / 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. 
