Come on, grams, we're running late to the dentist's appointment. What's taking you so long? I'm brushing my teeth, but the toothpaste doesn't foam up. What does it say on the packaging? I don't know, I haven't gone to school. I used some of the blue kind. I go into the bathroom and feel like dying inside. Nivea. Grams, this is not toothpaste, it's for wrinkles. What are those, hon? Those lines I have at the corners of my eyes. Aah, the ones I get when Gheorghișcă makes me laugh and calls me his Săndica. Grams, pops is kind of gone, we've buried him three years ago. So what? I still laugh at his jokes. Or I wrinkle, like you call it.
(Translated by Daniela-Andreea Gugescu / 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. 
