Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Walpurgis His face is fire. Huge, lively eyes, populated eyebrows, a white beard and a long hair. When he is called, he presents himself to his faithful in the forest -where bonfires welcome him-, on the tops of the trees. He is summoned by winged beings, spirits of the night and white souls waiting to be born to life. They all gather to bid farewell to winter and welcome spring. Before the eyes of Walpurgis, they cross the bonfires in a gesture of purification and choose the future of each human being for the entire life of each one. The ceremony lasts for a few moments. Then they disappear into the darkness, to appear after a year, in the night of Walpurgis. Walpurgis Su rostro es el fuego. Ojos enormes y vivos, cejas pobladas, una barba blanca y una larga melena. Cuando se le llama, se presenta a sus fieles en el bosque, en el que le reciben hogueras, sobre las copas de los árboles. Lo convocan seres alados, espíritus de la noche y blancas almas esperando nace...

Transfusion He began to feel bad after having a heated argument with his wife. So bad they had to call an ambulance. When he woke up in a hospital bed, he faced his wife's guilty eyes. However, he felt something strange. It was as if after what had happened he had transformed. Now he understood his wife, now he realized that she had always been right. He understood why he changed when he was told he had had a blood transfusion. The donor? His wife. Now he understood the change. His wife's blood circulated through his veins and he would never be him again. La transfusión Empezó a sentirse mal después de tener una fuerte discusión con su mujer. Tan mal que tuvieron que llamar a una ambulancia. Cuando se despertó en una cama de hospital, se enfrentó a los ojos culpables de su mujer. Sin embargo, sentía algo extraño. Era como si después de lo sucedido se hubiera transformado. Ahora comprendía a su mujer, ahora se daba cuenta de que ella siempre había tenido razón...