Draga sat speechless, her knees like two unripe Jonathan apples rounding the hem of her skirt. Her heart hadn't pounded like that since she had found her dear mother, white of flour and of death, with her forehead crucified on the
kneading-trough. You'll be fine here, in town, aunt Ana told her. The door opened and madam looked at her sourly. Don't you dare steal or bring lousy folk into my house or I'll skin you alive. Take off those rags and put on a white apron. In the room, the girl sobbed over her clothes as if she had been burying her house with its porch and her village and all the memories.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
