The stockyard was swarming with gray population that turned into a screaming mass when there was sold meat, cheese, oranges, and pine trees, on the left the heavy bag of cutlery and sneakers drew a long one on the slushy muddy ground, my hat fell like a hideous zero, on the right side, the shallow spruce sketched a one, I'd been running gasping for air chasing the red monster that looked like a Santa with the bag pouring ephemeris joy, bananas, globes, Christmas tree tinsel, fuck Ceaușescu and his father's ITB I haven't had. Have you seen the bus to the Macaralei? It was kinda 101.
(Translated by Alina-Mihaela Burciu / 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 almost daily. 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.