It's right at the border. The village is sort of deserted. Most of the townspeople had left to work abroad. The records count us as 7.654. Actually, it's just us, those who are dealing with trade. Import and distribution with zero duty. The place is perfect. The stash is set down in coffins and we keep it in tombs. On ice. Who would ask the dead about health? We receive orders
round-the-clock. Write on litanies and leave them for the priest or psalm reader. Or via text message. Anything you need, cheap: cigarettes, alcohol, drugs. We deliver by hearse straight
at-home, all over the country.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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 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. 
