There's not a better feeling than that when the dead person is no acquaintance of yours. He was sitting on the edge of the tomb, shaking his legs and staring at the ground. I might seem cynical, but I rather see new beginnings than dead ends. I come here often to remember about my peers. I don't want to put off any I love you, or to miss any I wish I could hug you, or swallow any I forgive you. Take my hand, let me get up and open the door since another one's coming. And he smiled, raindrops falling down his cheeks.
(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. 
