Dwarfs had grown in my brain. The cerebellum itself was damaged. Grey matter, but with so many shades that even mother would have thought that in the place of her daughter, she got a mutant rainbow. She caressed me with so much love that she was stirring all those little green men in my head. However, she was my mother, duh, how could I tell her enough, I can't do this anymore? She, poor soul, could do anything for me. I was her life, returned through a rare medicine, reserved for the lucky ones. But the doctors mistook us. They would come to me in the morning, I would give birth to her in the evening.

(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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 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 Ficțiuni Reale.

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