Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The boat Swayed by the waves, the boat waits for its boatman. Eager to redraw foam and blue stelae under his loving guidance. But he doesn't arrive. She quietly counts the minutes and consoles herself thinking that sometimes it has happened. But today, she doesn't know why, something tells her it's different.  She doesn't know that she will never see her boatman again. La barca Mecida por las olas, la barca espera a su barquero. Ansiosa por volver a trazar estelas de espuma y azul bajo su amorosa guía. Pero no llega. Cuenta en silencio los minutos y   se consuela pensando que algunas veces ha ocurrido. Pero hoy, no sabe por qué, algo le dice que es distinto.  No sabe que nunca más volverá a ver a su barquero.

Lilith and Benfold But Benfold didn't reveal the whole truth to Huntington. Lilith had initiated a plan to return home, directly involving Benfold. What Huntington ignored was that Lilith and Benfold were old friends. Their friendship dated back to the time when Gorga had not been exploited by bird men. Returning to the facilities that Huntington had built with great effort, the lights, bright at certain times and dim at others, accompanied the beings of the animalarium. Thus, by means of a code inserted in the beams of light, they were programmed to perform certain actions or develop abilities such as speech or telepathy. When Huntington learned of the existence of small beings, he did not lose an instant to begin his search. He was a systematic man and began his inquiries through the garden. It did not occur to him that they could be hidden in the dog house, nor did he relate the escape of the dog with the presence of small beings. His intuition was telling him that th...