She didn't know the owner of the house she was in. She had run away. When God had came out on the balcony of heaven and wrote on the window that time forgives without unnecessary turmoil, she ran away. He was washing her feet. The wounds drew bluish purple shadows on the skin. He bent down and kissed them. Out of impulse. They asked about you. They said you ran away from the hospice. That you want revenge. You know, time forgives. She didn't let him finish. Time forgives because every man forgets what he has been through. I can't remember. And all I want is my own movie back. My life, that's it.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / 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. 
