In the evening, he went up on the heal and stuck the paper, as usually done, between two fences loop. He wrote her that if she won't come to see him in the church yard, Tuesday at 4 o'clock, he will never write to her, even if he will love her forever. The woman, after she had found the letter in the morning, put it next to the others, in a drawer. Because she didn't know to read, when the man came back from the front, she gave all of them to him. What is written in them Vasile? Nonsense. The mayor is asking us if we are selling the land.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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. 
