First, he went to Italy, took up shoplifting with a bitch. After jail in England, he got into stealing cards. He stole for ten years, went to prison. He wrote me he was working but had no money because capitalists are thieves. Then some chick called me, telling me he died. I got his burglary file and a will; he wanted me to bury him with honours. I brought him home and put a red, black and brown flag on his coffin. The priest asked me what it meant. How much I bled, how his heart was and how much shit he ate in letters, I cried.

(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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 almost daily. 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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