Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The song of resting He dressed slowly, in his best suit. He said goodbye to his family and friends and went to the morgue. Doctors had predicted that his death would occur that morning. Carefully, he entered the coffin and waited for death. La melodía del reposo Se vistió despacio, con su mejor traje. Se despidió de sus familiares y amigos y se dirigió al tanatorio. Habían pronosticado que se produciría su muerte esa misma mañana. Con cuidado, entró en el ataúd y esperó la llegada de la nada. Песня об отдыхе Он медленно одевался в свой лучший костюм. Он попрощался со своей семьей и друзьями и пошел в морг. Врачи предсказывали, что его смерть наступит этим утром. Осторожно он вошел в гроб и стал ждать смерти.

An Anxious Instant There was an instant before the universe was created. And the instant was in God. And the instant was God. As God had not put labels on things, matter, space and time were concentrated in the instant and did not differentiate between them and weren't conscious of themselves. But when the universe was created, it did not happen in an instant, or by any Big Bang, the moment was multiplied by many moments and they were aware that they would dominate the Universe. There was once a time where an instant that was part of the great family instants of Emperor Alexius I Comnenus. But this instant was not content to be one, would be the most important in the life of our suffering Byzantine emperor. Thus, as he had the opportunity, on 4 April 1081, Alexius was crowned emperor by the patriarch Cosme Hierosolimites after remove Nicephorus III. That was the sublime existence of our instant. The instant had fulfilled his dream but wanted to be more. He thought why not inte...

Magical Christmas That morning, like every other morning for years, I was begging at the entrance of the parking lot in Plaza Mayor. It was Christmas Eve. Memories of my childhood came to mind when my father took my sister and me by the hand during the holidays and wandered through the market stalls scattered around the square, showcasing all kinds of toys. When we returned home, my mother would welcome us with open arms, showering us with kisses and making us feel loved. How different my life is now! Someone interrupted my thoughts, dropping a coin onto the blanket I used to shield myself from the cold. I looked up to thank them, but they replied with something I couldn’t understand. I hadn’t eaten since the previous day, and suddenly, I felt unwell. A wave of dizziness forced me to lie down on my blanket. I don’t know how long I was unconscious. Then I heard the distant sound of an ambulance siren and felt someone grab my arm. I don’t remember anything after that. When I regained con...