You live on the surface. That's what all of you do. Every day the same acts, the same remarks, the same lame, childish jokes. I'm surprised your forest can still stand you. No philosophy, no depth, just wine and Camembert cheese and the same blind bullets. And when you get drunk, at the end of the story, you complain that life is too short. It must be deep, amigos, deep in the middle of every moment. Kisses. Good luck. The wolf and the hunter were dumb, like two swans, with their mouths open. Grandma was deaf. She was smiling.
(Translated by Carol Popa Zafiriadi / 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. 
