Myeah, he had surely drunk a rose, let's say two, last night, with the boss and the latest arrival in heaven, for he was some big guy owning a vineyard, but this ladder was also shaking like hell. Ptew, he was spitting with verve, because even them, they made the heaven's gate too high, as if it were the basketball players' heaven. Ptew, then he took the rag, which was actually an old tetra undershirt of his boss and scrubbed hastily each star above the gate. Ptew on me, I'm hardworking. Two cherubs were squeaking hi hi hi on cloud. Peter, are you finished yet? Done, boss. Done.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
