He always put his chair in the same spot, across from Carol Park, opened the brush box and waited. He was comfortable curled up on the cobblestones like that, never lifting his eyes above the knees of passers-by. Seen from above, Peter was a poor polisher and you could only look down on him, how else? You just weren't crazy to think that there was anything beyond the back clothed in a patchy surplice other than black boxing-nailed hands. You just weren't insane, like him, to see a Jesus washing the feet of his disciples.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
