Whore. You are a whore, dirt, nothing. She swayed between the walls, but found the balance to hit her across the sad green eyes. She accepted the pain resignedly, she had already learned that. She was only thinking about what she would say to the children the next day when they saw her bruised. This was really starting to hurt. The lie. She was always forgiving him, she knew she had to. And today it was snowing for the first time this winter. Children are making a snowman with a dirty eye. He is a beautiful man. Like my mother. That's how we want to be. Through the window, my mother was watching and crying.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
