Hi, my name is Grandma and I'm an alcoholic. Here is my story: every time I get sick, my niece brings me wine. And, because I'm old, this happens quite often. The little one is also quite fond of the bottle; how do you think she always ends up off the beaten path while traveling through the forest? The wolf - he is no saint either - when he opens his mouth to swallow me, he stinks of brandy. I won't even mention the hunter; he is so drunk, he misses the wolf, otherwise, I can't explain how he is still alive. I can't do this anymore, I want to move to Rapunzel's story.
(Translated by Marius-Alin Lazăr / 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. 
