She believed him every time, without knowing that it was she who held the meaning of the words. She strode the path of words and also without knowing she gave up the appanage that covered her. She was left naked, like the inside of a walnut ready to be feasted upon. Concerned, she hugged herself. He looked at her with delight and tenderly pulled her away from her own embrace. But he froze, when her huge heart was the only thing looking at him. He had never seen anything like it, and that horror, like an experienced hooker, lured him and took him far away from her.
(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. 
