When \'twas past twelve, I didn't hang around no more. I knew you'd come as you always do, Doru, smacking me with your fists, again and again, right in the \'ead. I ain't even got no clue when \'twas the last time me nose wasn't beat up like that and when I could breathe through it. But then the other day, the Holy Mother came to me again with her angels and said she'll see to it you're off the booze. That's \'ow I ran awayin the dead o' night. Them angels took me straight down the tracks and showed me a path so I'd leave without lookin' back. \'Cause all you wanted was to give me a wallop, Doru, right in the \'ead, and it hurt.
(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. 
