She finally arrived at the doctor's. The first love had opened her body and soul. It left her with a shattered universe and lost on her path. Her pain was red iron. She had to cut off the whole memory from its root. Take your clothes off, he said. Closing her eyes until it hurt, she felt his hands opening her thighs. She was waiting for something cold but she felt something warm. His hand on her mouth stopped a scream like a vomit. You want me to help you, don't you? The scream turned liquid in helplessness, flooding her eyes. His voice was calm and cold, come on, you know you have nothing left to lose.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
