Our dog, Laica, died on Good Friday, and so we, the kids, having been left home alone, prepared her funeral. We got her dressed up in dad's white shirt and tie, the ones he had prepared for Easter, we put mom's headscarf on her head, and then moved her in the stroller we used for gas tanks, on the best rug we had at home. Desperately keening for her as if she were a dead relative, we took her to the resting place, by the sea. We held a big reception, with whey, red eggs and the Easter sweet bread, inviting all of the kids in the neighborhood. The beating the four of us got that day is still deeply ingrained in our memories.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
