I loved and trusted him even when he filled my skin with straws and left me to always wait for him. Sometimes, he would bring me food and chew it for me. I would eat the heart's warmth, he would be full. Why are you silent, he snarled at me, drunk, you think only you have the right to silence? Two sprouts had grown out of my armpits, though, and I didn't retaliate, but, when autumn rolled around, I did the only act of courage I've ever been capable of: I went with the wind. He ran after the hole I left in him, I kept my courage. Now, he's reaping.
(Translated by Diana Mîndruță-Tănăsescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
