She died. In the end it seemed as if she wasn't here anymore. She was gone. Her soul was walking weary on the path that opened up front. She was looking only ahead. Should she turn her head to the side, she would have seen pictures from her life. There she was baking a cheese pie and her husband would kiss her hand full of flour. She was seeing her child, with a wreath on his head and a starched shirt. Further she was holding in her arms her nephew, scared that he has made a blunder. Is this all that this life is? A few glimmers in the night of the dark oblivion. Some trivial moments were the guiding stars of the other world.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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. 
