Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Posthumous Kisses At midnight. Hidden by the shadows. Tasting of eternity. Black kisses. Kisses in mourning for the death of your love. Icy onyx stones embedded in my lips. Bitter kisses, but kisses nonetheless. Besos póstumos A medianoche. Ocultos por las sombras. Con sabor a eternidad. Besos negros. Besos de luto por la muerte de tu amor. Gélidos ónices incrustado en mis labios. Besos a margos, pero besos al fin.

  The Empty Table Every morning, as he had done for so many years, he rose with the quiet joy of knowing he would have breakfast with her. She always waited for him in a small, secluded café in the city centre, not far from his home. He stepped inside wearing the smile of someone about to meet the person he loved. The empty table tightened around his heart. Someone had to tell him, as they had every morning for the past year, that she would not be coming back. Then, for a fleeting moment, he remembered that she was dead. Slowly, almost unable to walk, he made his way home to wait for the next morning. La mesa vacía Cada mañana, como desde hacía tantos años, se levantaba con la ilusión de desayunar con ella. Ella siempre le esperaba en una recoleta cafetería del centro, cerca de su casa. Entró con la sonrisa de quien va a reunirse con su amor. La mesa vacía le encogió el corazón. Alguien tuvo que decirle, como cada mañana desde hacía un año, que ella no volvería. Entonces recordó, s...

Someone Someone proposed a fabulous deal to him. A million euros later, he found despair waiting for him, sitting in front of his door, and without asking for permission, it settled in his wallet, never to leave again. Alguien Alguien le propuso un negocio fabuloso. Un millón de euros después, encontró a la desesperación esperándole sentada frente a su puerta, y sin pedirle permiso, se instaló para siempre en su cartera.

Descartes and the Whole I had always admired Descartes’ legacy: the idea of dividing a problem into parts in order to understand it better. However, I had to live through an extraordinary experience to discover that this principle is not universally applicable. The whole can be more than the sum of its parts. The hybrid cyborg industry began to develop in 2030, following the revelation of the existence of alien beings and the subsequent coexistence and collaboration with them. It was they who introduced the first hybridization techniques. Thirty years have passed since then. The evolution of these systems, together with their growing ability to undertake increasingly complex projects, led to an exponential growth in their production and deployment across countless environments and activities on Mars. But that is not what matters. My brother and I founded the company in 2030. Six months ago, he died from a strange virus. Among his final wishes, he stated that he wanted his organs to rem...

Where the Waves Disappear Life is sometimes a solid rock, sometimes water. As we move toward twilight, it becomes more like water: elusive, fluid, touched by the gentle movement of the waves. And within that movement, old longings begin to reveal themselves, but now in peace, as though they had become part of the landscape, as though they no longer belonged to us. And when, at last, the waves disappear into a small, secluded cove, movement ceases, and stillness softly calls us to rest. It is then that infinity comes to visit, and the gentle face of life’s meaning allows itself to be seen. READ · WATCH · REFLECT READ — Read Where the Waves Disappear in English and Spanish. WATCH — Explore the visual interpretation of the story. REFLECT — Discover more stories, images and reflections. Donde las olas se pierden La vida es a veces una sólida roca, a veces agua. A medida que se avanza hacia el crepúsculo, se vuelve más agua: inasibilidad, movimiento acariciador de las olas. Y ...

The Thing And God said to the Human Being: —Consciousness receives the thing. Then thought arrives and covers it with everything memory holds. It compares it. It judges it. It interprets it. It translates it. And with every word, every memory, every judgment, it moves a little farther away from it. Until the thing is no longer the thing. And it becomes what you desire from it, what you fear from it, or what you believe you can do with it. God fell silent for a moment. —And remember one more thing: the moment I called it “the thing,” I too moved away from it. La cosa Y Dios le dijo al Ser Humano: —La conciencia recibe la cosa. Después llega el pensamiento y la cubre con todo lo que guarda la memoria. La compara. La juzga. La interpreta. La traduce. Y con cada palabra, con cada recuerdo, con cada juicio, se aleja un poco más de ella. Hasta que la cosa deja de ser la cosa. Y se convierte en lo que deseas de ella, lo que temes de ella o lo que crees que puedes hacer con ella. Dios gu...

Reflections While a slice of watermelon was being devoured by an eager diner, it said to another slice that was about to suffer the same fate in the jaws of another diner, a friend of the first: —They don’t know we can talk. —But what kind of perverse being would create a world in which some creatures have to kill and eat others in order to survive? —Perhaps it is all of us, and there is no single being responsible for anything. —Do you mean that, in reality, that being would be us? —I mean that, because it is so horrible to accept that reality, we invent an answer that allows us to feel absolved. Reflexiones Mientras una rodaja de sandía era devorada por un ávido comensal, le dijo a otra que estaba a punto de correr la misma suerte en las fauces de un amigo del primero: —Ellos no saben que dialogamos. —Pero ¿qué perverso personaje sería capaz de crear un mundo en el que unos seres tienen que asesinar y comerse a otros para sobrevivir? —Puede que seamos todos nosotros y que no exi...

We We are not ourselves. We imagine that we are. Nosotros No somos nosotros. Imaginamos que lo somos.

Unrepentant Letters Four fifty p.m., June 15, 2030. Zarzuela Palace. The Prince’s Pavilion. A mounted emissary approaches the main entrance and requests an audience with His Majesty King Felipe VI. Clad in metal armour, the stranger identifies himself to the Royal Guard as Don Íñigo de la Cruz y Manrique. His mission is to inform the King of a plan to bring fifteen Walloon regiments back from Flanders following the Battle of Ramillies in May 1706. The regiments are to reinforce the Bourbon forces in the War of the Spanish Succession. Five p.m., June 15, 2030. An enormous craft hangs motionless in the blue sky above the Prince’s Pavilion. A faint beam of light descends upon the building, passes through the roof and reaches the King’s private offices, where Felipe VI is accompanied by Don Íñigo, who has just presented his credentials. Within the beam, two humanoid figures materialise. They identify themselves as Seth and Ra and claim to exist in the year 4024 of the terrestrial calendar....