She seemed to be asleep. White roses covered her body. I thought if I kissed his forehead, she would open her eyes and smile. Her mother wore white, as she had asked in the letter. She was mourning, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and the room smelled sweet. I felt sorry for her, but I was judging her. So what if she took a F at History? Why did you tell her not to come home if she got a bad grade? Now she's lying in the coffin. She was only 13 years old. Her name was Anca. And they barely found a priest for religious stuffs. It is said the suicides are not worth it.
(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
