Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Pigeon He set out to get out of his voluntary confinement. He had been for several days without a telephone, without a television, isolated from the outside world. It would be something unusual, but as far as possible it would be inside the possible, if not outside because it was three thousand meters from the ground. He opened the door to his room and headed for the living room. And a white dove came in his path, and landed on his shoulder. She had been missing him all those days, because he was the one who fed her, he was the one who caressed her, he was the one who told her every day that he loved her. And the pigeon drew his beak and caressed his face. La paloma Se dispuso a salir de su encierro voluntario. Había estado durante varios días sin teléfono, sin televisión, aislado del mundo exterior. Sería algo inusual, pero dentro de lo que cabe estaría dentro de lo posible, si no fuera porque estaba a tres mil metros del suelo. Abrió la puerta de su habitació...

WW3 The submarine, with an atomic charge capable of making the city of San Francisco disappear, docked at the pier. It was Christmas Day in 2025. A year earlier, the Russian-Chinese coalition had invaded the United States in the face of the passivity of the West, and the requests for asylum in European countries had exceeded all expectations. This massive flight precipitated the global confrontation. Now, all that remains of all that was are the thousands of artificial satellites dancing around the Earth turned into automaton zombies, accompanying the desolate planet in its course through the cold outer space. All civilizations invented their truths with the same innocence as they invented their lies. And they tried to turn man into a slave of himself and of others. The human being has not been able to discover the principle by which peace is a permanent state, and he will not discover it because already he has annihilated himself. Tercera guerra mundial El subma...