Where did you put that plum brandy, you bitch, roared Badea Miron from the porch, his throat burned, his eyes flashed by the supple form. Aunt Simina pretends that she can't hear, she puts some cotton in her ears, so as not to catch a cold. It's hard for a woman to cut wood in 0 degrees, but when the man is hurt or drunk, he gets out of the house. Come on, don't you hear me, where the hell did that bottle of hopscotch hide when it was here next to me this morning? Simina goes out into the yard and with her hands reddened by the frost, she catches the rooster and with one breath she snaps his neck.
(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. 
