Four old women ended up at a Christening. They were sick of funerals. To be filled with Divine grace, they took seats in the back of the church. His word is our word. His hands are our hands. What is he saying? Something about hands. Is this a church service? This young priest is not good at this at all. Do you renounce Satan? What is he saying? If he would renounce satin. How shameless. The old women pricked up their ears, to hear better. I do. What is he saying? That he is taking it off. How shameless, the old women whispered, squinting. They made their way to the front of the church to see better.
(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. 
