Is the most stupid one. Because he either gets it too late or he doesn't get it at all. Șoni mumbled and kept hitting the frozen ground with the pickaxe. Of all the times to drop dead you did it now, but I'm not surprised. You've been a phoney all your life. You were a son of, whoops, he said when the pickaxe hit something metallic. He struck again and started sweating. When he found the bucket, his hands began to shake. He sat next to the hole and took out the brandy from his padded coat. He took two sips, turned towards the rolled carpet and said: Bro, I can't even laugh about this. What the hell am I going to do now with all this money?
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / 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.