Well, lazy and cry-baby like you I never allowed myself to be. You're sooo tired, right? Me, holding Vlăduț in one hand and the hoe in the other, I would weed the corn in the summer heat until my kerchief flew in the air. And I would build up the house, working the clay with my feet all night long. I would cook ten different dishes. Yet you're complaining that it's hard for you. That you have no milk in your breasts. That he has colic. That he doesn't sleep. Are these hardships, girl? Depression, huh? Spoiled pussies like you invented it. Anita's crying, curled up in bed. Nobody understands her.
(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. 
