I'm dead tired since I've been working really hard the last few months. I dug more graves than I ever did in my life. Anyway, I'm free now and I can rest for a while. I might retire, but who's going to pay for my pension? There's no one in the village, they all have been buried. They're all gone: the mayor, the barman, the teacher. The priest and the singer, too, they were the last ones. I even kept a ceremony for them, and now I'm gathering the flowers. One of the messages from the flowers reads: I no trust Bilgheiț or the occult world.
(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. 
