The priestess opened the bedroom door. Father Agheasmie, only in his underpants, on all fours, was examining every patch of the carpet. What you looking for? she asked him. He looked up and gasped. My holy cross from Mount Athos, replied His Holiness. It's not here, said the priestess. You didn't have it around your neck this evening. The Father froze. That sweet thing, Corcodusa, stole it from me, he whispered. Murphy said that if you look for a thing, you'll find it after you buy another one instead, the woman continued. To hell with Murphy, roared the priest.
(Translated by Cristina Ioana Bontea / 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 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. 
