I was freezing my butt off. I had been staying for two hours on the corner, the spot I smashed Angelica's teeth for, and nothing. I was wearing that skirt the size of a belt and the hottest cleavage on the block. But it hadn't been this bad since Christmas Eve. I went inside the gas station to get a tea or coffee, something to warm me up a little. A guy came out of the truck. Heavyset. He came straight inside the gas station and asked me: Say, Magdalena, how much? 200 normal and a coffee. But I want the good kind, not the one from the vending machine. Does the princess want sugar with that?
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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. 
