I exit the tomb. White fog comes out of the wet ground. I stretch and go up towards the water fountain. I go down and fill the coffee pot for coffee. I gear up, take the shovel and go up. I sit on the bench under the nut tree. Move over, moron, can't you see you stepped on my crinoline, a voice is heard from the grave in front of me. Sorry, I didn't wake up well, I respond. I take two steps and a voice behind me gives me chills. How boring, my sir, is the burden of eternity. I nod my head in agreement and sigh. My skin is caressed underneath with the whispers of the night.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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. 
