A friend of mine invited me for a beer once. I told him bluntly. Mate, no alcohol. You know my wife. Doesn't want me to get drunk. Sure mate, don't worry about it, your wife comes first. We went to a really nice place. Santa Claus and his girlfriends. We started off with beer, then we read the classics, the big ones, Dostoievski, Ceaikovski, Donnarumma. By morning I was Verdi. I could basically feel the seasons in me. I arrived home big style. In a cab. I congratulated myself when I managed to reach the pickles on my own.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
