I left for the dance with a spring in my step, dressed in a gossamer national blouse. I even stuffed two apples in my cleavage as a placeholder for boobs. But as with every reckless decision, I got cold feet on my way there. The deacon's boys had caught sight of me. Who the hell are you? With my knees weak, I tried to talk as squeaky as I could: What's it to ya? They pushed me in the raspberry bushes to feel me up, but backed off in shock when they spotted the little pecker. I brushed the pricks off and, with my airs put on, I left, not for the dance but to the confessional. My God, I really dropped a bombshell on the Priest.
(Translated by Ana Stănilă / 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 almost daily. 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.