Shut up and dig. There wasn't a soul in sight. Only the waves were crashing against the shore. What are we doing here, dear Rodica? Do you really think there's a treasure buried in the sand? Dig, Costeluș, when I tell you, Rodica hisses through the gap of her teeth. And then the truth hit him hard. Rodica was upset. severely. And now she wanted to kill him and bury him there. He began crying. "Forgive me, dear Rodica". I don't want to die. Who tells you to die you dummy? There you will bury your manners. Costeluș awoke from his dream covered in a lake of sweat. He was dead without manners.
(Translated by Zahra Kazemi / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
