Tormented in her own heart, with clothes tattered by the carelessness around her, she waited every day the street corner for a soul to take pity on her. Maybe today she will feast with a crumb of bread. Coming from nowhere, heading nowhere, she had the strength to look through the windows with translucent curtains her empty soul. The blonde hair of the dalls seen from the arms of lucky children, was lighting up her eyes. At the last strike of the clock, she tore a piece of the sky. Today as every day the stars will quell her hunger.
(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / 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. 
