First, we stopped at the pub, and they put the coffin on the table and toasted glasses of brandy over it, a few drops fell over and soaked his shirt, accompanying him to the next world.Then, we passed the cornfield where I used to steal corn as a kid and they never caught us to this day.We passed a dead dog, poor thing, with no one to throw him in a grave.We stopped at the brand-new cross,
Rest in Peace written on it. We'll ask for our money back cause no one will bring our grandfather back.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Batog / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
