When I stuck my wounds to her body, she bandaged them silently, without any words. When I realized that love and control are two separate things, she held me tight in her arms. When I became aware that I hated my parents and cursed them fiercely, she stood her ground and didn't back down. When I understood that sadness needed to be felt, tears flowed from my eyes through the ditches in the wrinkles on my cheeks, falling then over her soft leather. She supported me through my hardest moments. Maybe I'll even buy a sofa like that for myself.
(Translated by Dragoş Frangulea / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
