The moon was big and was grinning, on its right cheek it had a red scar.
Give me your gun, honey. She turned towards him. The waves were flowing in samba rhythms. It was Rio, after all, whatta hell.
So, you want to shoot the moon, don't you? He smiled and stroked her hair. Then he looked up: on Copacabana, several crazy kids were still playing football, with the moon's bloody nocturne as a background.
Tomorrow we will arrive to that giant Jesus, and we will beg him to wash our sins. She frowned and she was even more beautiful.
Silly. Your only sin is me. I love you.(Translated by Raluca Simion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
