SHe had been rehearsing all day how she was going to tell him that he was emotionally and tactilely incompetent, a patronizing bastard with father issues, that all he had to do was to stick his Elon Tusk attitude up her ass when after reading his poem all he could say was wow.What good are all the millions inherited and thoroughly laundered through corrupt countries if he couldn't say two words. Those. Now, looking at him, she choked with rage and love. Screaming from the top of her lungs that he's a kitsch with eyes, like a kiwi from Romania that tastes like a smoked rind.
(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. 
