The palm falls heavily on the back of the head. With one eye he could no longer see. I'll take your children and destroy you. It was politically powerful, it had massacred his life. No one would hire her, had stripped her of all rights as a mother, but here, among the homeless, she had managed to hide. She became an alcoholic. Now she was in her face again. She wanted to finish her work. Come on, good boy, I'll give you the bone. He handed her the bottle. She took it and put it to her mouth. Down his throat choked memories, dreams, hopes. She felt sick and vomited. She spilled her soul out of it. And herself. What was left.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
