She wouldn't come in. Come, come, you must confess to the priest or your sins will not be forgiven, you fool. She kept pushing her until the lump in her throat was about to pull her whole stomach out. Hadn't I better pray, mother? Don't you hear me, outlaw, you have to tell the priest. You have to tell him everything, do you hear me? How that one fooled you and knocked you up, putting a great shame on us along the whole village. Heaven forbid, I've never been more ashamed. I have nothing to say, Father, God will judge me. And on the day after, shall we not be judged by how much we loved?
(Translated by Andreea-Daniela Vasilache / 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. 
