I took out the piston. The shadow of the bribe slayer breathed down my check. I felt rivers down my spine. The light was stammering from the bathroom like in an honour film. You could hear it, like the Chinese pinch, the breath of the bribe slayer. The police should have come. Outside, the silence was creeping. I was even ready for a tent-to-tent battle. He fired the piston first, causing me a serious instalment. I screamed, twisting and I shot for his mineral. The bribe slayer dusted to the ground, without any vine. I stuffed him in the back of the cottage. No neurologist.
(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. 
