The wound on his right hand tormented him again. He licked the salty blood and his nostrils began to tremble. Hunger bit wildly in his gut, but he kept pouring into the huge pile of concrete, plastic, and iron. He found a ball of wire, tested his strength with his teeth, muttered contentedly, and started for the house, pulling the wire at the end of which he had tied the body of his slain brother. If words had been reinvented, he would have shouted that he was not his brother's guardian. From above, the same God was stubborn to believe in people.
(Translated by Emilia-Georgiana Călinescu / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
