Dude, I couldn't have picked a shittier time to need a cemetery. I went to Eternity first. The sign on the gate said: closed for
stock-taking. What the hell kind of
stock-taking do they do in a cemetery? I told the hearse driver to take me to Resurrection. He didn't really like that, since he had a thing going on, a funeral. Anyway, he took me there. And then a whole 'nother problem: we're stocking up. Of course, Covid SRL sends daily supplies. All this bad luck drove me insane. I came back to life, took the cotton outta my nose and got a job as a grave digger.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Ciucașu / 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. 
