Let's change his bed sheets, they're soaked. He's still struggling between life and death, but if he passes tonight, I think he'll escape. The bullet crushed his chest, but he was lucky. It didn't touch his heart or any artery. Somehow, we managed to stop his bleeding as well. We don't know who he is, he didn't have any documents in his wallet, only two bills of twenty five and a photo of a young woman in uniform. They brought him from the Square last night. His chapped, bleeding lips were obsessively repeating:
FREE-DOM.(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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. 
