Mourning is a hard thing especialy during the night. But my lovely husband wanted to do it at any cost. Not alone though, my fair cousin, also widow, stayed with him. They didn't do all the things they wanted of course, but hearing them from above i felt how my blood was boiling inside my corpse. Where are you going, my light?, was screaming that hypocrite near the grave the next day. Not far, amore, in some teambuilding since i never left the house because you didn't took me anywhere. Haunting lecture is free and fun.
(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. 
