The grave was near an old oak. An illustrious man, a brilliant composer, as I was hearing while leaning on my shovel. After the memorial service, there was me and his wife. She wanted a burial spot near her husband, but we don't bury seamstresses at Bellu Cemetery. Suddenly, as if it was sent from the heavens above, a huge branch fell on the skinny old woman who gave her last breath in the grave, on the coffin of the deceased. Now, what am I going to do? Should I throw dirt on both of them? It seemed to be a sign from above, as she had just told me that she wanted to be with him after death as well. And I am a man of faith; I work with my right hand to God.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
