I used to see them often in the big alley. He, as tall as a pole, always unshaven, with a cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth, walked with the swaying walk of sailors who had just left the tavern. On her skinny ass, her faded jeans had red patches sewn on. She, petite and lively, with her flowery kerchief tied under her chin, trotted with small steps two meters behind him. She was always carrying something: a tray, a basket, a bucket. Since yesterday, all that's left of the odd couple is a wolf with a little lamb in its filthy stomach.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
