was not after his death, but when she saw him coming out of the doctor's office and looking at her in despair. In that awful moment, she knew it was doomsday. Before she knew it, their lives had been a struggle for everything, and she had hoped - oh, how she had hoped - that they had earned their piece of Heaven in advance, but no, not her. They'd had to pay for all their years of happiness together, for the contented, euphoric home feeling that hadn't left them since they'd met, even when they'd fought like fools over trifles.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
