It was past midnight. Father Agheasmie put his mask on so that people wouldn'trecognise him. He opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit bar. The smell of cigarettes and beer was in the air. He threw himself onto a chair before a slot machine. The usual, Father? asked the bartender. Pssst, replied the priest. It ain't me. You didn't see me. One beer an' a vodka. I'll get the double this night. The player on the right turned to the priest. He took his mask off. I didn't get anything, padre, said mayor Tănase punching the slots.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
