At school I saw poetry even between digits, when I got married, I imagined marriage as a rhyming poem, after that I thought that the husband's insults were some uninspired metaphors. When I understood that I have lived my whole life in a fake poem, I started learning to think with my head. Yesterday I met a poet. He talked to me about the heart, told me that it has its own brain. He wanted to kiss me. I don't know what happened to me, but some of my braincells were fried underneath the left breast. So, I let myself be led by the reason in my chest.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / 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. 
