When she got home, stepping down the path, she looked like a stained glass window, broke in pieces, she could barely hold herself together. Father Petrovici was startled when he saw her like that, so translucent, yet beautiful, that light passed through her and reflected all the beauty of the previous steps. Slowly, he began to fix her with his heart's spit and dirt. In the mornings, he would cradle her in his arms and he would sit with her out on the porch, washing her wounds with dew. After a few months, Mura was as good as new. In the corner of my father's mouth, there was a full smile arched like a bridge over the previous solitude.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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. 
