And as I came back fro the pub, chaddery, nonhaclant, and I 'st admit, a little drunk, I see in front o' the school folks gathered in a big line. Wotcha doing here, I ask Gheo who stood meekly in line. What's handed out? Not handed out, taken. He says. The thing's at your house. While peeling the potatoes, yo' wife saw God's face on one of them. An' now we stand in line to go kiss the potato, to take our sins away. Yo, I'm drunk, what's your excuse, good grief! Wife, any food? Cold, you're not gonna boil the Lord now. I can already see tomorrow we're gonna have angels on our beans.

(Translated by Cristina Stan / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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.

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