Pompadur Bunbescu, the son of a general. He smiled timidly and respectfully kissed the chubby hand. I've come here to get married. I have money. And my mother told me to show you respect. The women from the train station bar, all wearing low-cut blouses, pushed each other forward. It's a pleasure to meet you. My mother sent me to the city. I hold you in great respect. A delicate hand patted his shoulder and gestured for him to go up. The cold blade instantly severed the slim neck as soon as the door slammed shut. The man carefully placed the head on the neck from which torrents of blood gushed. My mother told me to be respectful and stop throwing your corpses in the trash at night.
(Translated by Lucia-Alexandra Brînaru-Mitrofan / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
