He used the shoshone as gags, stuffed them forcefully into her swollen mouth, and, after dripping a bit of sulfuric acid into the acetone, he poured it into her eyes, then, with the cord of her gray dressing gown he tied her bruised neck to his dangling jewels, raisin-like yak dung dried in the desert wind. Thus any movement in the attempt to escape caused him to endure excruciating pain. Flesh began to drain from her face, making her moan in terror, and he muttered something to her. Why am I doing all this? For mom, dad.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
