She died happily. On the autopsy, they found her emerged in bookshelves, from the second to the last but one, ordered by their true colors. On a blue shelf, behind the heart, there was grandpa's watch, the seconds still running inside of it, and grandma's shelf, smelling of clean and of coffee and of something else, the first three volumes that smelled like the childhood, younghood, and adulthood of the first book, pieces of a broken heart, her heart and others' hearts, and a sunrise. Without a clue, they incinerated her. Thick smoke and fireworks flew to the sky.
(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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
