Give it to me, I want it now. Her greedy arms reached out and her hands held his. She checked all his fingers. There were 20 of them. She cupped her hand and measured his head. Her lips, hot with pain and effort, touched his brow. With her forearm, she cradled him against her bosom to give him his first meal. She felt for his palm and his small fingers curled over her finger. She was surprised into a laugh. He was so strong. Like his father. She caressed his smooth back and broke into tears. He had no whip marks on his back, unlike them. Not yet.
(Translated by Andra Daiana Păuna / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
