After 88 years, the hearse ledeach one of them down their last road, a road made so many times, with the cow, the freshly harvested wheat, the lap full of cherries for us. They say the soul leaves the body immediately after the last breath, but their faces are as gentle as a Sunday in the middle of July. I haven't cried yet, I'm waiting to be left alone next to the tapestry of The Abduction from the Seraglio. I will sit in the cemetery a little more. Only shadows of crosses remain of them, shadows chatgroups the sun also buries itself in the earth.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / 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 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. 
