I try to discern the unknown beyond the face in front of me. She, a contrast of humiliation, violence, roughness, and hope. Life didn't teach her how to laugh. Thrown away in a dumpster of hopelessness. Found. Orphanage. Stubby, rough hands on her skin. Hissing voices inside her chest and mind. Freedom, which she did not know how to handle. A few brutes. Three children. Struggle to raise them as honest people. Candles lit at night. Bended knees. Prayer. Sickness. Coffin. From the cherry wood, a big smile defies Death.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
