Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

I'm boarding a train. I intend to make a trip to nowhere. This is a modern train and it reaches speeds of vertigo but you can't enjoy the scenery from the train. While I try to put my suitcase in its place, come to my mind memories of when I was very small, and my father took me to a big city. The trip we did in a rickety old train and agonizing, with wooden seats which were very uncomfortable, and smoke from the locomotive and left a trail of soot on the faces and clothes of travelers. But the discomforts, even though many especially for the elderly, did not matter, because almost everything was fun and excitement for a child my age. In front of me a shy girl, clutching her mother's hand and trying to hide her face behind her mother's hand. It was fate. For over sixty years she has made my life the paradise. Three months ago she died and left me in complete darkness.

Estoy subiendo a un tren. Pretendo hacer un viaje a ninguna parte. Este es un tren moderno de los que alcanzan velocidades de vértigo y no te permiten disfrutar del paisaje. Mientras trato de poner la maleta en su lugar, vienen a mi mente recuerdos de cuando, siendo muy pequeño, mi padre me llevó a conocer una gran ciudad. El viaje lo hicimos en un destartalado y agonizante viejo tren, Los asientos de madera eran muy incómodos, y el humo de la locomotora dejaba un rastro de carbonilla en los rostros y en las ropas de los viajeros. Pero las incomodidades, aún siendo muchas sobre todo para las personas mayores, no importaban, pues casi todo era diversión y entusiasmo para un niño de mi edad. Enfrente de mí se sentaba una niña tímida, que agarraba la mano de su madre y trataba de ocultar su rostro detrás de ella. Fue el destino. Durante más de sesenta años, aquella niña ha hecho de mi vida el paraíso. Hoy hace cien días que murió y me ha dejado en la más absoluta oscuridad.

That morning, like every morning for years, I was begging at the parking entrance of the Plaza Mayor. It is Christmas Eve. Came to my mind memories of my childhood, when on Christmas my father took my sister and me by the hand, and we walked the stalls scattered around the square showing all kinds of toys. Upon returning home my mother received us with open arms, it filled us with kisses and made us feel great. How different my life now! Someone broke into my thoughts and dropped a coin in the blanket with which I protected against cold. I thanked him for the gesture at him and he said something I did not understand. Since the previous day he had been unable to eat anything, and suddenly I started to feel sick. A feeling of dizziness forced me to lie down on the blanket. I do not know how long I was unconscious. Then I heard distant siren of the ambulance and someone grabbed my arm. I do not remember anything else. When I regained consciousness in a hospital bed I found a deep b...

Order is water the plants when needed, making beds every day, greet the neighbors, clean the house, take the kids to school. Order is have a healthy breakfast, get to work with already scheduled tasks, solve problems. Order is to anticipate the future, be sure to stay living ..... But there is an order that comes from chaos, the result of crossing two random circumstances, two ideas, two lines of thought. And this is known as creation.

Orden es regar las plantas cuando lo necesitan, hacer las camas todos los días, saludar a los vecinos, limpiar la casa, llevar a los niños al cole. Orden es desayunar sano, llegar al trabajo con las tareas ya programadas, solucionar problemas. Orden es prever el futuro, tener la seguridad de poder seguir vivo..... Pero hay un orden que nace del caos, del resultado de cruzar aleatoriamente dos circunstacias, dos ideas, dos líneas de pensamiento. Y eso es la creación.

I just discovered I've always been alone. So frightened of loneliness, and it turns out that I have lived the fiction of being accompanied all my time. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers ... So frightened to die alone, to be alone to facing life, to  be alone to fight diseases, when loneliness is the closest reality, the only reality. That pitiless discovery has been presented alone, without mercy or any form of consolation. But it did not cause any feeling of rejection or frustration, but a rebirthing of things. Reborn to old things that no longer are not the old things. To find the new into the old in an endless round.

Solitude I've just discovered that I've always been alone. So much fear of solitude, and it turns out that all this time, I've been living the fiction of being accompanied. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers... So much fear of dying alone, of facing life alone, of facing illness alone, of recognizing myself as alone—when solitude is the closest reality, the only reality. This merciless discovery came uninvited, without any compassion or form of comfort. But it hasn't brought about any feeling of rejection or frustration—rather, it has sparked a rebirth of things. A rebirth of the familiar that has ceased to be familiar. Finding the new in the old in an endless cycle. Soledad   Acabo de descubrir que siempre he estado solo. Tanto miedo a la soledad, y resulta que durante todo mi tiempo, he vivido la ficción de estar acompañado. Amigos, familia, conocidos, compañeros de trabajo... Tanto miedo a morir solo, a enfrentarme a la vida solo, a las enfermedades solo, ...

The Legacy He was a singular character. From an early age he had the ability to discover the weaknesses of the people who lived with him  and he learned to make the most of their relationships with others. One day, he was on a terrace with a friend he was duping to make for him a dirty job. Suddenly he realized that someone was watching him from across the street. He became livid when he recognized a former partner who had swindled. Not knew what to do. He turned his head, mumbled something to his friend and quickly rose to try to escape in the opposite direction that had seen his former partner. He had no time. He had reached his height and calledhim by his name. Terrified he turned and his former partner with a happy face embraced him warmly. -My dear friend, you do not know how happy I am to see you again. Do you remember those lands that sold me at a very cheap price? Due to a clerical double error, these lands were not registered in your name in the registry of property, b...

Suffering Two weeks ago I left my country. I never thought my life would change this way. Now I neither have anyone or anything. Last night, after suffering the unspeakable we  reached Vienna. The police directed us to a center where we regained strength, and this morning an official has informed us of the possibility of seeking asylum. My memories haunt me. My dear Aleppo, where I lived my childhood, happy with my parents and my brothers. Aleppo city in which I fell in love with a woman who has been the center of my life, and she is no longer exist. The University, where I lived some intense years and many exciting experiences, now bombarded by this collective suicide of my beloved people, Where will I rebuild my life? Where will I rest? Sufrimiento Hace ya dos semanas que abandoné mi país. Nunca pensé que mi vida podría cambiar de esta manera. Ahora no tengo a nadie ni tengo nada. Anoche, después de sufrir lo indecible conseguimos llegar a Viena. La policía nos dirigió a un ce...