She found a pair of worn-out shoes and tried to fit them. They were too small. She was starting to grow. And her breasts were shaping insouciantly, forming oranges she wished she could squeeze in her effort to hide them from all those impudent eyes. She saw the flames of the fire in front of the caravan and for a second thought of running away. To leave the Romani camp behind, to live the way she wanted to, without children, without the head of the camp. He'll find out and come looking for me soon, but I was born free and I won't let anyone steal my innocence.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
