Get it ready in an hour, comrade Ivanov told him pointing to the table where the body was lying. Mașa grabbed the bucket and the sponge, made the sign of the cross with her tongue and prayed that it wasn't him under the white sheet. It was him. I can't, she whimpered and passed the sponge to comrade Popov who couldn't do it either. They were certain that only comrade Smirnov was capable so he was given the sponge. When everything was done, comrade Smirnov went out whistling and pissed in a snow as pale as Iosif Vissarionovici's body.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / 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. 
