I put it to my temple, but thoughts jumbled like lettuce and I gave up. I bit into the pipe with the lust of the castaway stranded on a desert island, but the chatter of teeth convinced me I'd miss. I put it to my heart and it started beating so hard I was shaking. I paid an assassin to shoot me by surprise, he tricked me and ran off with the money. I opened it up, and noticed I hadn't put any bullets in the barrel. I made myself coffee and watched the first sunset of the rest of my life.
(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. 
