When the car exploded in front of him, he realized how lucky he had been in this life. And now he had escaped, but he was in the middle of the forest, and it was likely that the beasts would tear him to pieces. He started walking, while the moon shed enough light. He found the cabin towards the morning. It looked forlorn. He approached shyly hoping to find refuge here. His soul was so full of hope that he didn't even notice the crosses in the garden. Through the window he saw him sitting at the table, cleaning his rifle. He could not imagine what was to come.
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
