It was Thursday, he had just washed the feet of the apostles. The sins came cascading down woven with the water. His deep and clear gaze pierced you with the swiftness of a hawk. No matter where you hid the lie, those eyes always found it and forgave it. At The Supper, he gave them bread and wine. It tasted like eternity. The quiet of the night was so strong that it broke the heart of the Betrayer. He was not afraid of the day about to come. 2,000 times 365 have passed. And he is still here. All you have to do is drown in the abys of His eyes, forgiving yourself.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 2022, the group has 8,350 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
