Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Other I had slept well that night. I got up after the alarm clock didn't stop hammering my ears. My wife had risen early and was no longer at home. I ate breakfast and went outside and instead of heading to the garage, my legs didn't obey me. They began to move in the opposite direction and at great speed. They stopped dead in their tracks at a bus stop. I wanted to go back, but my legs were standing there, not moving an inch. I get to the bus and they put me on it. The driver expected me to pay for the ticket. I said I wanted to get off. However my legs were nailed to the floor of the bus. In the end I had to pay the ticket. After three stops, my legs started to move and they lowered me on a street to fifteen minutes from home. They took me up to the the terrace of a building and there I saw something that took my breath away. In the building in front of the building I was in, my wife was naked in front of an individual I did not know. Lo otro Aquella noc...

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 mide 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 was transforming into a deafening noise similar to a cataclysm. And suddenly there they were. The scared woman went looking for 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 entered 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 marabunta se d...