And I didn't even learn. I found out, by mistake, so to speak, when I wanted to prepare a cucumber salad with natural peppers for my mother-in-law and I dropped all the salt in the jar on them. This was after I had poured half a litter of vinegar. I wanted it to taste like her. The salad, I mean. Except that she didn't come that day, she came a week later, and I had forgotten it in the fridge. The salad, I mean. They felt very good together. Like pickle to pickle. Although upon leaving, my mother-in-law seemed a little nervous. I think it had been sourer than her. The salad, I mean.
(Translated by Medeea Alexandra Stan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
