Mine love. I've arrived safely at my uncles home. The funeral cake youve gave me managed my hunger on the road. The wills been read today. The old man gave away everything and left me this pathetic apartment. I suggest we sel it. Here are only books and a parrot. Neighbors say the old man came here to write. The creature is supposed to know other languages and a lot of poems written by one Sexspear. It seems stupid to me. Ever since Ive started rereading the letter its plucking it's feathers. Before I signed it stabbed itself in the neck with its nail. Kisses yours, Gigel.

(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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.

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