It was obvious from a miles away that they were exhausted. They were travelling far and wide, with their eyes on the clock in order to arrive on time. It was easier with the kids because they were honest. With adults, there was a different kettle of fish. They didn't need anything, apparently. They said it was enough for them to be healthy. But they all secretly had endless lists. Why should we please all these hypocrites? Isn't it better to go to the first bar to drink vodka? Santa asked. I want a carrot juice, said the Easter Bunny, smiling.
(Translated by Medeea Alexandra Stan / 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.
