He was the first one to show up, as stiff as always. In a black tailcoat, bow tie, and a paunch, like any self-respecting Big Boss. He went straight to the plate of cookies. He didn't even notice my presence, just looked right through me as if I didn't exist. Then she appeared. Black dress, slim figure, shy. Then their little ones, one, two, three. At ten I stopped counting. They all went straight to the cookies. They ate and ate and then they returned to the crack in the floor. I told them to stay hidden tomorrow. I have guests.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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. 
