Radu Gramatovici
The warmth could be felt in the kitchen from the working stove and the windows were fogged from the cold weather that was outside. I sneak in and sit down by the table. She carries on with her chore and it seemed that she didn't feel my movement. She leans to open the stove and then the warmth that already had been loosening me up turned into a strong scent of cinnamon and baked apples. She puts a hot slice on a plate, and then she turns with it towards me. I keep my gaze fixed on her mischievous breasts that keeps playing under her loose blouse. Well, look at that, take a bite, she said amused.
Anca Chimoiu
She had been sipping her coffee for a while. To be honest, she couldn't decide where to start: from that mountain of dishes in the sink and counter or the flooding laundry bag? She took another little sip and looked for the answer into the grounds that were inside the porcelain interior. The brown spots gathered into an almost compact trail from the bottom of the cup to the place where her lips had just parted. It resembled a stream or a waterfall, depending on where you looked, she thought. Now, if a flood were to come, it would be just perfect, she smiled as she pushed her feet into her slippers. Clearly, she wasn't that lucky.
Dan Banu
As soon as the sign was received, he started to gather the wood. One by one, each one suited for the ship that was about to sail. He tied it skillfully, without the work shining, but also without fear of the journey. Unlike Noah, he didn't want to take anyone, he made it with a seat only. After being done. He waited. When the rain began, he gently pushed it, and the ship slid on the water. The more it rained, the deeper it became. Those left above looked with heavy eyelids.
(Translated by Adina Gabriela Văcărelu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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