What's she having and I don't have, thank God I have everything, she said, chewing on the boiled kale. The Dead Man smiled enigmatically. Hey, what's the matter with Lilica from the head of the village, she takes the other lane when he sees me. I was stupid not to have gone to Brăila with the Foreigner. So what if he had a black cloth over one eye, I've seen that they're more complex. The Dead Man grimaced. Now I was drinking coconut milk and roasting in the sun. Come on, I will tell you, so I don't keep you in suspense anymore, the Dead Man jumped up. You don't know how to make burned beans like Mommy.
(Translated by Andreea-Iulia Ciucă / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
