The girl pulled on her rubber boots, threw a flowery shawl over her shoulders, and followed him. They trudged heavily through the muddy field. This autumn the water had flowed endlessly: over the land, over the animals, over the souls of people. Suddenly, they stopped. When the steel blade emerged from her belly, the black blood began to seep onto the blacker earth. He ran away, and she fell back, gazing up at the sky. The big snowflakes began to fall. A white blanket settled over her, to keep her warm until she passed on.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / 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. 
