Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Walpurgis His face is fire. Great, living eyes. Thick eyebrows. A long white beard. A thick mane. Whenever he is summoned, he appears before his faithful in the forest, where bonfires welcome him from the treetops. Winged beings call upon him. Spirits of the night. White souls waiting to be born into life. Together they gather to bid farewell to winter and welcome spring. Before Walpurgis, they leap across the bonfires in a ritual of purification. Then they choose the destiny of every human being. For an entire lifetime. The ceremony lasts only a few moments. Then they vanish into the darkness... Until, one year later, the Night of Walpurgis returns. Walpurgis Su rostro es el fuego. Ojos enormes y vivos. Cejas pobladas. Una larga barba blanca. Espesa melena. Cuando es invocado, se presenta ante sus fieles en el bosque, donde las hogueras lo reciben desde las copas de los árboles. Lo convocan seres alados. Espíritus de la noche. Blancas almas que esperan nacer...

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...