The parties started from Friday with chicken borsch. When the accordion got tired, mister Costică put on a disc for a broken heart. We all knew The Monk from the old hermitage. Cry, Mălinuță. Monday they were looking for their marked plates. Marie, Ileană, Valerie, take your dowry. In the village Pietrărie, another wedding started. Back to the cauldrons. It was a shame to get divorced. Nobody was looking up to God. The great and uneven love couldn't touch me. The cabbage rolls were smoked, the borsch tasted like vinegar. Everybody recited to me poetry and left the door open.
(Translated by Diana-Maria Croitoru / 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
