Even the crows stopped croaking that morning. You could smell the celebratory air around the tents. Big wedding. Luxury (12 years old), son of Aramis and Dartaniana and Opulence (10 years old), Eminescu's daughter. Her mother had died when she was giving birth to her. I'm sure the Bearded Man punished her in advance. A roast pig was winking complicitly at me. The groom was dragging a tuxedo behind him as if he'd killed a penguin to offer to the bride. Me, an unique specimen, the Great White in a Black Sea. Who am I to judge? I'm hungry. Croak. Croak.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
