Sunday. We were sitting on the porch, eating some grilled chicken with garlic dip, and listening to madam Romica. We kept enticing each other with a piece of leftover chicken breast. Just then an old lady stopped at the fence. I said: c'mon man, let's give this old lady this piece of chicken. The old lady thanks us, crosses her heart and leaves. All of a sudden Ion starts yelling: duuuuude. I look over and what do you know: the chicken had been reincarnated. It was all there, steaming, on the table. The old lady was nowhere to be found. A miracle. Then I understood: that had been Saint Friday. Wait man, on a Sunday?
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Ciucașu / 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. 
