Thick. And I was blind. My clothes were torn and my body full of sores. When I suddenly felt the wet grass under my feet, I remembered running through the parks when I was little. Where are all the parks? I sit on the grass and grope. Who are you? What do you want? I ask, full of fear. Minutes later I realize that I'm near the trunk of a tree. I take him in my arms. I squeeze him hard and start crying. Forgive us, I whisper to him, then I close my eyes hoping to forget everything I saw. What a man is not allowed to see. Inhale.
(Translated by Andreea Theodora Drăgan / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
