Could it be here? Here. Leave the wreath somewhere. Do you see any familiar faces? Not really. The dead? He's changed, unrecognizable. Well, I think we're not where we're supposed to. Let's go. We cannot leave, I'd be too embarrassed to, we even had some sweets, drank some wine. Take the wreath, we're leaving. Jesus, how can I? Well, you will. But take the one with the red carnations, our isshoddy anyway. You wanted lilies. Let's find our dead. Excuse me. Our condolences. There's nothing next door. What do we do with the wreath? Just leave it on the corner.
(Translated by Daniela-Andreea Gugescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
