Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Песня об отдыхе Он медленно одевался в свой лучший костюм. Он попрощался со своей семьей и друзьями и пошел в морг. Врачи предсказывали, что его смерть наступит этим утром. Осторожно он вошел в гроб и стал ждать смерти.

Peenemünde Research Center Liuna was confined to that room for seven endless days. Only one person visited her, also with a mask and gloves, who without saying anything at all, left him on a table made of a material he did not know, a tray with her daily food. She was able to identify fish and sometimes meat, got used to baked bread, and learned to use cutlery on her own. Most of the food was foreign to her, but the sheer need to satisfy hunger made her get used to eating it. She was wondering what she was doing there, so far from everything and everyone. The abuses he suffered from her father had led her to the situation he was experiencing at the time. She would never have made it to that strange island if the fateful night when she defended himself against her father lost her mind and ended in the death of her father. The height of the windows did not allow her to see what was outside. She heared strange noises and sometimes voices in the form of screams that she did not know ...