He had pushed her aside like an infertile animal. He needed heirs, someone to take his people forward. He could not let the noble lineage disappear. I'm not apologizing, I'm just trying to understand. For five years we struggled, we went to doctors, healers and priests. Nothing. And then he left me. He left me behind without even wondering if I still loved him. Are you wondering? Yes, I still loved him, but it wasn't enough. He bought me flowers every day, but I couldn't give him girls and boys.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
