The cold shaft of the revolver was resting on the back of my head. Yes, I was dead and and sure of it. I started seeing, because dead people can easily see through life, as if it is an open curtain, that moves gently at the truths touch. I smiled. The wind of truth. Weird. You live an entire life between smoking mirrors, trying to ignore the truth, and, only in the end, only when you have the certainty that you're going nowhere, you accept the truth for what it is. And you know what? It doesn't even bother you.
Que sera, sera.(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
