The priest's wife entered the bedroom quietly. Father Agheasmie was impatiently waiting in bed. Take it off, he said, taking off his underwear. The woman undressed herself, remaining naked. Let mejust go and take a quick shower, she said. She entered the bathroom and she turned the water on. The priest searched under the bed and pulled out a bottle of vodka. A shot won't hurt anyone, His Holiness thought, taking a good swig of it. Half an hour passed. The father fell asleep. The wife returned to the bedroom. I'm off the hook, she said triumphantly.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
