And what if in the contract it's written surrogate mother? They lent me my uterus and mind for only 9 months, but you can't live on with pieces. My ears, yes, mine, heard its first cry. A lost goat, yes, I cut it up and gave it as a sacrifice. And my chest, where it tapped its eyelashes, is an abandoned burning nest. Yes, I tried. Alcohol, pills, travel far, but in no station does forgetfulness come. Electric shocks and a life without memories. Now I'm peeling the world like an orange. I am spitting out its seeds.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Muşetescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
