Take the kiwis, my friend, kiwis as sweet as honey, cries the lady. She wasn't a real woman. It was Alexa plugged into the GPT-24, a cheap version. Expensive as hell. At least they're Romanian? the old lady inquired, staring into the video cameras hanging from the ceiling. She nodded. The heat of the Epiphany finished her off. Romanian, dear. In Sweden they only make them in February. The old woman sighed. She remembered the last kiwi gelato she had had in abundance in her youth, before Italy was swallowed by the sea. It must have been around 2035.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
