Here lies Gica, who worked hard, but results were like the ant's. Next to him lies Dan and his tomcat, which, before his death, was a thief with great success. I mean Dan, and not the cat. Slowly as he crept, you would not expect, he stole wood, some cherries, even your antenna, shame was never a dilemma. He knocked on your window, asking for some brandy. Now it's all deserted, I'm the one alive, by myself I drink, by myself I cry, all alone I love and of course, get drunk. I think of this hard life, sad, is it good or is it bad, with a scratch onto my belly, I know this, it is short, really. And I pour another round. This is all I have left now.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
