Her nipple struggles between my raw gums and her milk bursts like a scream of fear. The nun has been climbing the mountain for some time. He holds me tight and I feel like he wants to hide me in my womb again. Taste salt on his lips as if the puffiness that comes out of him has become blood. I am afraid with her of the sky to which she is fleeing. I can hear his thoughts catching my eyes: you won't find us, you bastards. We're hiding at the top of the night. The Turks are ravaging the valley, far from us. In the cruel silence, the eagles kill me.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
