Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Other I had slept well that night. I got out of bed after the alarm clock had spent what felt like an eternity hammering at my ears. My wife had left early and was no longer at home. I had breakfast and stepped outside. Instead of heading towards the garage, however, my legs refused to obey me. They carried me away in the opposite direction, moving at an astonishing speed. They came to an abrupt stop at a bus stop. I wanted to turn back. My legs would not move. Not an inch. When the bus arrived, they carried me aboard. The driver waited for me to pay my fare. I told him I wanted to get off. But my legs remained rooted to the floor of the bus. In the end, I had no choice but to pay. Three stops later, my legs started moving again. They led me to a street just fifteen minutes from home. Then they carried me up the stairs to the roof of a nearby building. There, I saw something that took my breath away. In the building opposite... my wife stood naked before a ma...

The Marabunta The marabunta was heading north. Previously it had devastated the fertile fields of the riverside. It was time to die. Omnivorous ants were spreading out like an endless, inexorable army. The little boy was playing in front of the porch of his house in the middle of nowhere. The sun was falling unrepentant and his mother could not imagine that the distant thud could be the prelude to a great tragedy. A slight buzz, gradually transformed into a deafening noise similar to a cataclysm. And suddenly there they were. Terrified, the woman rushed outside to find her son. I didn't know what it was about. She hugged the boy and, as soon as she had closed the door, the ants had eaten the windows and poured into the kitchen. Suddenly there was silence. The ants stopped right at the woman's feet and, as if obeying an order, began to retreat. When she looked at her son, she saw in his gaze a strange brightness and an enigmatic smile. La marabunta La marabunt...

The river I went down to the river. There she was, resting her hip on a moon rock. I approached slowly, and as our breaths melted into a single heat, the fleeting trail of the unicorn crossed, breaking our thread of gold. I reached out to caress her face and ... she vanished, to appear far away, sitting on the back of the unicorn that finally took her away from that river and from me. El río Bajé al rio. Allí estaba, apoyada la cadera en una roca lunar. Me acerqué despacio, y a medida que nuestros alientos se fundían en un único calor, la fugaz estela del unicornio se cruzó rompiendo nuestro hilo de oro. Extendí la mano para acariciar su rostro y… se desvaneció, para aparecer lejos, sentada a lomos del unicornio que la alejó definitivamente de aquel río y de mí.

Coronavirus And the Lord did not know what to do. And the human beings prayed and asked for help. And the creatures of the earth wept over what was happening. The coronavirus itself, despite itself, was not aware of what it was doing. Coronavirus Y el Señor no sabía qué hacer. Y los seres humanos rezaban y le pedían ayuda. Y las criaturas de la tierra lloraban por lo que estaba ocurriendo. El propio coronavirus, pese a él mismo, no era consciente de lo que estaba haciendo. Коронавирус И Господь не знал, что делать. И люди молились и просили помощи. И существа земли оплакивали происходящее. Сам коронавирус, несмотря на себя, не знал, что он делает.