in three years, it dissolves like grains of sand in the hourglass of millennial poets. But how? It drips like the concotion on the edge of the cement bucket, like smegma on the sheets of the brothels in Vaslui, like the leftover soul after a love that died of an overdose of faking, like the tubercular saliva on a shirt that has been scrubbed, like the blood spurting from the arch hit by a husband drunk on the nectar of pain, like the rheumatic old woman at the crosswalk, like this mediocre fiction among the lexical jewels of true writers.
(Translated by Cristina Ioana Bontea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
