In the back seat, someone was clutching crumbs. Just the youngest one's snoring was fighting against with the screech of an owl. This reminded them of the way-too-humid night, the sensation of puking, of being alone in the forest.
Pour moi? Merci, and the handful of crumbs is swallowed by the middle one hungrily as an undernourished youngster.
Lassez moi aussi, said a girl in a deep voice, person that could be considered the twin of the eldest, driving at speed through the dry branches. Behind them, the house was burning.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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. 
