I found him on my armchair - watching a western with a coke bottle in his lap. He was gray, with large paws and a white spot on his belly. Who the hell are you? You don't recognize me? The rabbit in the bathtub? Story 74? I remembered none of it. And what do you want? Not carrots, he grinned. I want you to continue the story. Everyone's forgotten me. And don't mess with me, old timer, he gritted his teeth threateningly. Otherwise, I'll jump over the fence into neighbouring stories, and they'll be done for. I'll wreck your characters. Then he threw the empty box to the floor and vanished.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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. 
