It's past curfew, the windows and camouflaged and about two lanterns illuminate the street weakly. I wear earrings with jewels: that was the request. I stop next to the statue. A hand covers my mouth, and a deep voice says: You brought it? I nod. He takes off my earring, I lift my skirt. A Colt shines from beneath the red garter. He laughs. He checks the gun, weighs the earrings in his palm, then hands me the suitcase. Beware of the temperature, let it cool until tomorrow. Then you can smoke it and hang it in the attic or somewhere where you know it's safe.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
