The hut, through the mouths of crushed reeds that served as windows, screamed with a raspy hiss, making the warm look of the puppy freeze in fear. The arctic hell laid its oar in the Siberian tundra. Igor blew his whistle. Holding the ison of a samovar, he threw a frozen seed between his decayed teeth, spat a curse, made an inverted cross, then said, I must go to sea to cut some British sashes because I have nothing left for the fire. And they can hardly wait to discover me.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
