He burst into laughter. And he laughed. About him, about the fact that he can laugh, about the compassionate look of people. He laughed beyond the city, the country, and the laughter began to spread across the world like unreal pure snow. He laughed long and hard, so that the chest of the universe swelled, at first insecure, waiting a moment before he was convinced, then he burst out. God, Eden, honey, and milk were infected with it. The laughter went viral. What the hell, after all, the man had played roulette. And he had lost. They were all lost.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
