He took the glass, drank from it calmly as if taking his time, then placed it on the edge of the counter. In a whispered voice, he related the tale in the deafeningsilence of the tavern: It's so dark outside that you cannot see your thoughts. The wind whistles from the pasture, bringing with it the cry of jackals. I took out the knife and tried to guess the right way. Close to the cemetery, I saw its yellow glassy eyes, then the horns and the sign on its forehead. So how did you escape? Well, it had no business with me, it went on towards the innkeeper's house because he is apparently guilty of something.
(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. 
