Mother went to the field, the hack was poaching the soil, the grass was falling green and sweet. I had my polka dot dress on, from above the hill, shellfish and golden stones were dancing. The mystery of Paratethys Sea made its way into the old cemetery. Just for fun, I hit my foot in mother's hack. She was eating lard with onion on a wrinkled newspaper. The blood was trickled, I was purple. A old nurse had bandaged my leg in the evening. I stood with the bandage for a month. When I miss mother, I touch my tattoo.

(Translated by Camelia Băluţă / 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 January 2021, the group has 3.000 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 almost daily. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

*Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.

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