Ah. Do you remember that beige carpet that we used to have in our living room? The one whose tassels to be straight my Rodica had an obsession with. I tripped like a fool and I spilled the black wine bottle I've received from my
father-in-law. Not all of it, but just enough. I froze in my place. Rodica kept on saying from behind me that I should be careful with the wine. She hadn't said a word, but her stare was burning into me. And God, how it burned! Two months later, I'm still paying for it! But it seems to get better. Today she made me donuts. Listen to Costeluș: no beige carpet if you want wine as a medicine.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
