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...