On a sunny spring day, I died nicely on the Olt floodplain. I was walking along the shore, and there was such a beautiful blue sky, with storks and other water birds, and God was sending me, as usual, messages on the white and fluffy clouds. And the last
cloud-message said: You see, you've already died. After that, I've lived on for a while, travelling with my eyes fixed on the ground or towards the sky. And I've come so far that I no longer know where I started. And it got really late, and I slaved away for nothing. What about you, how long has it been since you died?
(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. 
