Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Buzzing The bee population is declining. I see it day after day. My hives produce less honey, and its quality worsens every year. I have stopped driving to reduce pollution. The electricity in my home comes from the solar panels on my roof. Like so many others, I believed that protecting the environment still depended on us. I was wrong. Yesterday, something extraordinary shattered that illusion. The bees had traced an enormous pattern with their dance, pointing to a distant place in space. This time they were not telling one another where to find pollen. They were trying to warn me. Days later, the astronomical observatory I directed detected the explosion of a massive concentration of antimatter. The calculations left no room for doubt. Within days... the burst would reach Earth. It would swallow the entire Solar System. It was the end. Zumbido La población de abejas está disminuyendo. Lo veo día tras día. Mis colmenas producen menos miel y su calidad e...

Karnaugh Some witches were late for the coven. Even using the latest generation  mobile phones, they had been delayed by a few minutes. The goat was very angry and made it known to all, the punctual and the unpunctua witchesl. One of the stragglers replied in an angry tone, affirming that in five hundred years of celebration of aquelarres, it was the first time he had arrived late. The goat looked at her over his glasses and said: -You're grounded. You are going to wander through space for an eon to give you time to think. When a coven is celebrated, all the particles of the Universe become excited and start a dance to the rhythm of Karnaugh's law. Everything has to be prepared in that instant, and that is the necessary reason to be in the right time and place. The witch, staring at the goat, walked slowly backwards and without ceasing to look at it, accelerated her step until she got lost in the darkness. The goat then had to put a WhatsApp to inform Karnaugh of the dec...