You've left me my dazzling Ciurumbel. I've waited so long for this moment. To see you in your cream-coloured suit with those rusty strips, as you lay there peacefully, while I trim your nose hair and pluck the hair out of your ears. I have jolly folk music playing. I'm giving out grilled minced meat rolls for your soul, the kind you craved all the time before going to that stinky whore. Let her wail your fate like a hired mourner, or else I set her on fire right next to you. I've put on my red suit matching your hat. You look like a scared clown, you know I'm burning you, you didn't want this. I'm throwing the ashes in the bog. I'll leave enough for a coffee for her.

(Translated by Cristina Stan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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.

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