She was walking aimlessly, limping, with one missing shoe. Her dress was torn to shreds and pieces from it were hanging on the ground, kissing it with nude, silky lips. Ma'am, can we help you? Where are they? She saw them. The husband was thrown through the windshield and was laying there like a dismembered dummy. The boys were already covered with white sheets. Their heads as well. She was looking for the girl. She'd died on her way to the hospital. Only you have made it. She rushed to the truck's driver. He was intoxicated and smiling. Why them and not me, she screamed at him with the animalistic pain of an injured mama lion.
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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 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. 
