They'll shoot us, won't they, Franz? Of course. Why are you afraid, Karl? Fear is the measure of insecurity, if you know the result in advance, you have nothing to fear. I'm afraid, because they'll throw me in a ditch and Inge won't know where to come. Inge? Are you crazy, Karl? Inge, if she's alive, has had someone else for a long time now. It's been three years since we left for Russia. Franz, what do you think is beyond? I have no idea, but it'd be rather crappy to find God, don't you think? Why? Why, his son was a Jew. Come on, we'll see now.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
