Such boredom, he thought, staring at the calm shine of tar and swallowing another jet of flames, as sanitizer. He got out on Corso and saw the Old man on his balcony measuring the rest of the char on the scales. Hey, he shouted, come for a drink. You could see they were both troubled, the Swarthy fellow wasn't getting any goods anymore, and the son of the Old man had no moral support. Still equal, still equal? Yes, the Old man mumbled. What do you say, shall we play one more? gurgled the cunning Swarthy fellow. So that we might get a final score. They agreed, got drunk as skunk and so on.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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 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. 
