He could bluff, but there was a ridiculous amount of money on the table. So he chose to continue. He won towards morning, but he was so tired that he decided to sleep on a sofa. When Luna appeared around noon, he smelled of cigarettes and booze, and one of the dancers was sleeping in his arms. She didn't blame him for anything. She let the young woman go, and then sat down next to him. I get it that you couldn't help yourself again, isn't that so?, she asked him, caressing his forehead. Igor chose to be silent, as you are silent when luck and confidence are still smiling on you.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / 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. 
