Ma'am, how much are the quinces? Old lady doesn't have any, I'd give you some if I had. Gee, did you smoke the hemp mat from the porch? Look at \'em. Oh, those are passion fruits; old lady brought them from the back of the yard, they're good for jam. Ma'am, are you laced? what does this label say? That was yesterday, now they identify as something else. Haven't you read at the entrance? The \'olitically \'orrect grocery store. \'right, I get it; now I see that you're wearing a rainbow kerchief. But, tell me, \'cause I haven't seen fuzzy passion fruits until now. Well, they're emancipated, they're no longer shaving.
(Translated by Oana-Roxana Dicilea / 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. 
