It's nighttime. I run on the streets without a specific target. Disheveled and with mascara running down my face, I look for a snake hole to hide in. I'm ashamed of myself. In front of me I see a ghost. But no, it's not a ghost. It's a priest in a cassock walking leisurely, his hands behind his back. I kneel before him and beg him to listen to my sin. I forgive you, my child. He took me in his arms and kissed me. Caught up in the moment, we made divine love. Then he confessed something to me: he was a bricklayer. He was just coming from a carnival.
(Translated by Claudia Alexandra Văcărescu / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
