I loaded my gun with one last prayer. Our father who is in heaven, kill the tsar. Make our daily bread cheap and save us from slaughter. I draw two crosses and one of the Gods of my murderer, then I light a longing for peace with the hot pipe. You can roam around me. In the blue of the sky, birds with iron beaks shatter my minds. Jesus Christ, can you really build a temple out of ruins in just three days? I have no more prayers in the charger. No life. Amen. I'm out.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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. 
