I'm hungry, she screams somewhere deep inside me and I'm walking up searching for food, I felt a stank in my nostrils of humidity, raw meat, and clogged blood. I'm scared, I got a deep feeling of fear in my gut and I covered my ears to protect them from the endless shuffling of tanks through the dusty street. I'm so alone, my mother's slipper hit my back and I understood that she didn't know what to do. I want to be free, I whisper to the knots in my daughter's hair, pulling them maybe too hard and I'm wondering if, at least she, will be.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
