I've been shooting since I was little, my father was a hunter, my mother was a taxidermist, they complemented each other. The last thing dad shot was mom when he accidentally discharged his nerves and the rifle, mom was never a scatterbrain until that moment. Some say I inherited her brain on the cabin ceiling, but I don't like guns or stuffed boars anymore. I would only like the bullet to go back into the barrel, my father sentenced to life but in our house, my mother to ask me if I finished skinning the ferret.
(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. 
