I live in the heart of the city. I have twenty plants. Sunday is gardening day. I put them all in the tub and wet them. I drink coffee alone in the morning. The city starts to thump and beat from here, from Lizeanu. I hear twenty ambulances an hour. My home, for which I pay rent. But when I'm dead sick, I'd go back to the other house, where dad hits the walls with the table. He throws my mother as well, against the walls. I would go back home to that house where the hall smells of alcohol, where the row can be heard from the street.
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
