Take your stupid filthy ass to confession you guest of the state. No one escapes confession in prison. It was a mechanical process whereby, with the help of bats, one would be beaten the
ever-living snot out of them, then the milk they sucked, ending with their last breath - for the lucky ones. After confession, he was pushed, along with other prisoners, into Room 4. Christ masturbated, the jailers howled. He masturbated indeed, they would get the reply. Then he was given feces from the hospital's waste bucket as communion. Pitești, 1951, Easter.
(Translated by Andreea-Simona Trufin / 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. 
