Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Nightmare Our daily life was very ordinary... We were surprised by the blue-white colors of the poles. We bathed in the red-blue colors of the savannah. Your avid skin under the solstice sun, naked, motionless. The heavy clouds was hanging from the Atlas peaks accompanied us on our flight to Pompeii, which was reborn from its ashes when you and I decided to lose ourselves in the ancient world. Suddenly, without knowing how we found the office, the traffic jams, the washing machine, the vacuum cleaner, the kitchen... Ugh! Good thing I woke up and it's just a nightmare. Pesadilla Nuestra vida diaria era muy corriente… Nos sorprendieron los colores azules blancos de los polos. Nos bañamos en los colores azules rojos de la sabana. Tu ávida piel bajo el sol del solsticio, desnuda, inmóvil. Los pesados nubarrones colgados de los picos del Atlas nos acompañaron en nuestro vuelo hacia Pompeya, que renació de sus cenizas cuando tú y yo decidimos perdernos en el ...

Savannah Her black skin contrasted with her deep blue eyes. With a Sudanese father and a Norwegian mother, she had spent most of her life traveling as a reporter for a major newspaper. Now retired, she was enthusiastic about a project she had been shaping for years. Her idea was to organize the transport of food to drought-stricken areas of the world through worldnet, the global communications network that had inherited the old Internet. The latest breakthroughs in electromagnetic transport made it possible to transform matter into energy, send it to its destination, and then transform it back into matter while preserving all its properties. To accomplish this, she had amassed a small fortune that would allow her to launch a pilot test. The plan was to send food from Sudan—rich in raw materials—to Norway, a country devastated by the climate change that had occurred a few years earlier. The pilot test consisted of sending several containers of cereals. It was the first attempt at tel...