For a long time he could tell she was very sad. He was always close to her, because he loved her very much. That morning was strange, but he had no idea what is about to happen. She woke him with kisses and she was singing Obladi Oblada. There was a smell of coffee and pancakes in the house and he cried happily to see her like that again. Honey, can you go grab something for lunch? The shopping list is in your pocket. You can take out the shopping list when you are near the Dairy Section. Forgive me, nothing could save me. I love you. The sound of an ambulance can be heard on the street.
(Translated by Alexandra Gruia / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
