He went to me for a long weeks, Ildiko told Gheorghe. Io go Hungary worked agriculture. You have to take care of the gyermek. The man nodded, rejoicing that only he would stay with the child. After the woman left, he happily burst into the basement. He filled a bottle with jin and worshiped. God, let her stay as long as possible, he said, sipping with a sip. its so good to be alone. He took another sip and sighed for pleasure. Drunken swine at you, cried Ildiko, entering the cellar. Me is not going anywhere.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 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. 
