May the Lord strike me dead if I lie to you, swears Tăgărâlă, that's pure magic. Even in my youth, I wasn't this potent. I haven't seen Safta so happy since her honeymoon. Give me a pill, Sile, give me a pill, Sfoiag begged, because my days with Grigorina are over. All day long she is ranting and raving like a shrew. He took the pill from the Tăgărâlă and, on his way home, his appetite for life returned. Hurriedly, he slammed the door against the wall: Grigorina, take off your chemise and get into bed. Sandu, keep your gun loaded for now, because Mummy's here from Bălcești.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / 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. 
