A stack of letters fell from Rodica's recipe books. Costeluș froze. My Rodica is cheating on me, he thought. Her heart stopped, then she galloped like crazy. He was destroyed. Rodica found him sitting on the couch, with the envelopes in his hand. Rodico, tell me, are you cheating on me? I could not violate your correspondence. You cried for him, didn't you, Costeluș showed her the stained envelopes. What is wrong with you, Costeluș? These are old recipes, from Aunt Ani, from Cluj. Look at this.
Mini-croissants with pork fat. Assorted pickles. Stupid man, you scared me.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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 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. 
