She didn't understand what the man in front of her wanted. She remembered the heavy slap that slammed her head against the wall. The white wall, where a small red stain remained. It looked like a moon. A medallion moon he'd bought the daughter as well. She tore it off when she tried to defend her. And her dress as well. His drink-drowned eyes flashed with animal lust. Only the blood, like an artesian fountain, coloured their silence without regret. Admit it and you get off easier. He turned off the mike and left for his cell. I'd do it again if I had to.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
