Hannah's sky was gray now. She hadn't seen her father since they were pushed into the trucks of humiliation; poor names ticked off a list. There was Hell around them, from which the safest escape remained the chimney. She dragged her hunger like a ragged coat. Her memory made her happy, sometimes bringing up the smell of hot chocolate and steaming pretzels. The latrines and the suffering quickly brought her to reality. Today was her birthday. She opened her eyes, under his father's face, with no sparkle in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he handed her a box of three loaves of bread.
(Translated by Ioana Oacheșu / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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. 
