The cry broke through her chest. She crumbled. She threw away the red cloak and screamed lingeringly towards the moon. Who else would tell her that she's a fool who doesn't know how to dress sexy? The smell of fresh skin had drawn him in. The bastard. She looked at her fingernails stuck in the soft muscle. Bright red from the heart she had snatched out of her chest. She raised her wet nose towards the sky and pricked up her ears. From afar, she could hear the voice of the old witch that was running through her veins. In order to slay the wolf, you have to become a
she-wolf, not a hunter.
(Translated by Ioana Negrea / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
