Hey, Geta, don't you notice anything odd in the village? No, Ms. Nela. Listen girl, I've gone by Mole's daughter's - Mioara - shop to buy something to eat, on credit, I've blown through the pension, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it: all the village drunkards had moved their joint to Titi Docsa, to his crinkled books store. I eavesdropped, cause you could hear their racket from the street. They were tying their tongues in knots pronouncing incomprehensible words, so I wiped a window pane with my apron and I barely managed to catch a glimpse of them: our drunkards were reading away.
(Translated by Ioana Diana Sandu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
