She had big hands for a woman or at least that's what she heard from him; 35 years old. Now they were covered in a crinkled skin with brownish spots. Those hands that were cleaning the house, were cooking, were washing and were sewing were disgusting hands. They had no shape or finesse to caress and love, much less to be kissed. Under the silent morning sun, she watched them fascinated. She had not suspected the strength or the hatred with which they managed to force into the drunkard's mocking mouth all the humiliation and suffering till his last breath.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
