He was a solar man. There was nothing of the symbol of death in him. He had black hair, coal-coloured eyes and a gentle expression on his face, and called to her irresistibly: come, this is your last day. Ana was looking at him with the calmness that the beginning of a new world brings about. Each cell was splitting into a mol of supple and gracious light. Then again, her last thought anchored her between two worlds and a question: does anybody actually see me? Mum? Dad? Son? Brother? She was going through each and every one: nothing happened. Only Jun, her big sister, said: I feel you, but I can't see you. Oh, what a dream. I am alive.
(Translated by Lucia-Alexandra Brînaru-Mitrofan / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
