She was barefoot at the exit of the bazaar, she had them lined up messily on the ruins of a wall. What do you have here? A pitcher of water, poisoned by anepileptic boar's hoof, rosy pitch to depilate a feathered soul, stardust flavored by a leper's epidermis, sweet-talking venom to drip into gullible ears, Davidic four-cornered coarse salt to sprinkle on fresh wound, frail torpedo of a mother's unsalted tear, a hologram of a maiden's breast frozen in the morning. From his pocket, he took out a big stack of happiness tied with an elastic. Give me everything.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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. 
