For you are fog and you will return to fog. The priest had finished his service and waited for the ghost's relatives to pass, ritually, the ectoplasm through the thick fog, causing a drop of water to fall, a symbol of pain and eternity. Then they rose within a moonbeam, leaving the tomb guarded only by the deceased's wife. Suddenly in the quiet of the cemetery there were noises. The woman managed to see a man swaying menacingly, muttering and gnashing his teeth. She screamed with all her might, then fainted. Gheorghe, too.
(Translated by Andreea Theodora Drăgan / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
