Name and surname, inquired bleakly the Wolf. Red Riding Hood. Hood is the surname? It's the name. The Wolf grumbled something while flicking through her file, then handed it back to her. Your folder does not have rail. Red Riding Hood gasped, but the Wolf went on. Your file isn't numbered and you don't own a copy of your baptism certificate. But I have the basket for my grandma. It has camembert cheese, steak and wine. The Wolf munched, "Good". But no sooner managed the Wolf to grab the basket, that the hunters popped up. We're here on behalf of DNA. BLAM went the gunshot, and they took grandma out of the Wolf's belly. Meanwhile, grandma was knitting socks, waiting for her gas request to be approved.
(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. 
