And what was the wolf saying? It was screaming and struggling. The right eye, stuck in the fork, was glimmering. And then? I made a big fire and burned the bitten sheep. In the shed the air was sweet with death. The dried blood thickened the soil with another layer. When the fire licked the sky, the rain started. And it rained. The whole village was smelling like a wet wolf, stabbed with a fork. The rain stopped and the wolf dried. Through his eyes, the frozen wind was hissing to the tenth village. I understand. I didn't get your name. Decebal, his son.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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. 
