All he could say was 'Save him.'. One last tear came off his aching eyes and then he died. The mail, doctor. Thank you, Nora. Bills, again? They don't take a break not even on a holyday. A red envelope made its way through. There was a number at the sender. He opened it. A man was smiling at me in a rascally manner. I finally found you. You gave me life 20 years ago on a cold Monday in November on a road in Apuseni. I couldn't thank you then. Merry Christmas, Victor R.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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. 
