Bianca is not your daughter. I stole the money from the collection box. Around Easter, there was a lot of money in there and I needed a makeover. Yes, I cheated on you with the cantor, but it was for a noble cause. I made a list with names, an Akathist, so that something bad should happen to the Archpriest, but I wished your mother no harm. Secretly, I see myself with the bishop but not for what you think because he's gay, we just have basil business. On Epiphany, I put a patch of grass in the holy water and it had the intended effect. The parishioners are pleased because a lot of money has been collected ever since. Father, father, wake up.
(Translated by Iuliana Boruga Danciu / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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. 
