I realised this phenomenon when my father slapped my face. With blood leaking from my lip, I screamed from the top of my lungs that I wanted him to die. The next day, he was hit by a car. Then, to get out of the house, I wanted to get married. At 19, I became a wife. Because the wedding ring was squeezing me by the neck, I wrote that I wanted to run to the moon. I ran. Now the man fell asleep with the book in his hand. Meanwhile, a woman with her wings folded in a pencil is suspended in a story, hanging from the stars.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
