Poor her, she's drunk. No, she's high. Forget her, here comes the old man. He was sitting in the field watching the commotion. She ran away from home. She wanted to talk to someone to say she was donating her organs. Or, to let the Martians know she'd volunteer for their experiments, just to help her get through school. She was tired of begging. It was cold. She fell asleep. Almost. The bright light embraced her like an imprint of kindness. Hurray, they came for her. She'll be able to go to school. Her head fell on the shoulder of the dream with big black eyes. She froze.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
