She was about to be the last thing he saw. She was lying bare naked on a simple cover on that empty beach. He sat next to her without any hesitation and after a while started to touch her, feel her and explore her. There were no strings attached, but this physical need was the only alternative for death. It empowered him and made him live in the moment. He hoped that before he closed his eyes, he would only feel the raw sand on his lips from her thighs. This was some sort of a last breath.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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