Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 Sweet times Sweet times. Turquoise blue waters. After imploring for endless hours the compassion of the sea, my son and I have arrived at this coast of peace. Golden souls have carried us gently to an infinite space carpeted with multicolored seaweed. A being of light kisses my son's face and in his gaze we can guess all the goodness of the universe. At last we are going to rest.  Tiempos dulces Tiempos dulces. Aguas azul turquesa. Después de implorar durante horas interminables la compasión del mar, hemos arribado mi hijo y yo a esta costa de paz. Almas áureas nos han llevado blandamente a un espacio infinito alfombrado con algas multicolores. Un ser de luz   besa la carita de mi hijo y en su mirada se adivinan todas las bondades del universo. Por fin vamos a descansar.

 Return home He loved her so much and missed her so much that from the day she died, every night he wrapped himself up very well and lay down next to her grave. There he told her what had happened to him during the day. She was listening to his stories and suffered because she could not help him even with those phrases that caressed his soul of little boy. She tired of suffering, the last night she waited impatiently for him to arrive, she left her grave and they returned home happily. Regreso al hogar La quería tanto y la echaba tanto de menos que desde el día en que ella murió, cada noche se abrigaba muy bien y se acostaba al lado de su tumba. Allí le contaba lo que le había sucedido durante el día. Ella escuchaba sus relatos y sufría por no poder ayudarle ni siquiera con aquellas frases que acariciaban su alma de niño. Cansada de sufrir, aquella noche esperó con impaciencia a que él llegara, salió de su tumba y regresaron felices al hogar.

 Coven The witches meticulously prepared their coven. The male goat observed in the distance the incessant coming and going of the young novices women who, nervous, obediently obeyed the orders of the veteran ones. That night was going to be memorable. Thought the male goat. Suddenly, someone surprised him from behind and grabbed him by the horns. “I have told you thousands of times not to see those movies. You must dedicate yourself to your goats and don't think about other things ”. The farmer said. Aquelarre Las brujas preparaban minuciosamente su aquelarre. El macho cabrío observaba en la distancia el incesante ir y venir de las novicias que, nerviosas, acataban dócilmente las órdenes de las veteranas. Aquella noche iba a ser memorable. Pensó el macho cabrío. De repente, alguien lo sorprendió por detrás y lo agarró por los cuernos. -Te he dicho miles de veces que no veas esas películas. Tú dedícate a tus cabras y no pienses en otras cosas. Le dijo el granj...

  Nobody His name was Nobody. The name was chosen by his father because he wanted his son to never fall into the trap of pride, importance and self-promotion. Nobody grew up alone and learned to think alone. His ideas were not contaminated by anything or anyone, and his thought flourished from the white of the void until it came to compose the most beautiful spaces. Worlds like red roses, universes that flew on butterfly wings. And he died without knowing what a kiss tastes like, without knowing caresses and oblivious to the love of someone who filled their perfect worlds.   Nadie Se llamaba Nadie. El nombre lo eligió su padre porque quería que su hijo nunca cayera en la trampa de la soberbia, de la   importancia y del autobombo. Nadie creció solo y aprendió a pensar en soledad. Sus ideas no estaban contaminadas por nada ni por nadie, y su pensamiento florecíó desde el blanco del vacío hasta llegar a componer los más bellos espacios. Mundos como rosas rojas, unive...

 Ann Ann traveled on vacation to Spain after having lived in Madrid for a few years during her childhood. The history of the Middle Ages had been her passion ever since her father, a great diplomat, was stationed in Spain.   His stories had stimulated the little girl's imagination and she had never stopped remembering visits to those silent and impressive castles that held unspeakable secrets. She got off the plane and headed for the hotel. That same afternoon she had booked a visit to the Romanesque castle of Loarre, in the province of Huesca. She took the photos out of her bag and looked at them once more. In the most important photo, there was an enigmatic suit of armor at the entrance to a splendid hall. She had examined the photo many times as an almost imperceptible detail had caught her attention. Behind the grooves of the helmet's visor, something seemed to glow. Could it be eyes? She had made this trip to inspect the armor, though he had thought it would surely be s...

  The Cradle. In the center of the room, in the shadows, the splendid cradle revealed its aquamarines embedded in the black ebony of the headboard. A sunbeam, lost, came to illuminate the hidden faces of the twins who were sleeping peacefully. The cradle was surprised by the discovery because it had been alone in that attic for more than forty years, after having cradled all the offspring of the family. The cradle was felt again the center of the universe. So much happiness made it hug them tight ... tight. So tight that the twins stopped breathing.   La cuna. En el centro de la estancia, en penumbra, la espléndida cuna dejaba ver sus aguamarinas incrustadas en el negro ébano del cabecero. Un rayo de sol, perdido, vino a iluminar las escondidas caritas de los gemelos que dormían plácidamente. La cuna se sorprendió del hallazgo porque hacía más de cuarenta años que permanecía sola en aquel desván, después de haber acunado a todos los vástagos de la familia. Se volvió a ...

  Sparrow The other day a sparrow came to visit me. He surprised me because these little beings always keep their distance. However, he settled on my shoulder and with his beak seemed to want to tell me something. Without making a sound, he would open his beak wide and his eyes fixed on mine with an inquisitive and pleading look. After a moment, the sparrow took off and flew out the window. That was the prelude to sporadic encounters that took place over several days. The sparrow repeated the same actions every time he came to visit me, and sometimes his trills brightened up my eternal sad moments. But one day that look shone in a special way. The reason was two small tears that left his eyes. The sparrow lowered his head, following with his eyes how those tears fell until they collided with the palm of my hand. Then he looked at me with an eternal gaze and left. I never received a visit from him again until a long time later he came to say goodbye. He perched on my bedroom...

  Rain On sad Autumn days, the rain whispers to me. Every drop confidences me. She tells me where she has been in ancient times and tells me where she will be in a million years. Some, the smallest, are singsong, and sneak into the nests that time weaves with the lives of melancholic souls. Others, almost gigantic, pass by, giving themselves importance, although later they return and caress you. In the end, some return to the oceans. Others are dropped on the ground and when they reach the depths they agree with the gnomes and the beings of the forest their future.   Lluvia En los tristes días del otoño, la lluvia me susurra. Cada gota me hace confidencias. Me dice donde ha estado en épocas remotas y me confiesa donde estará dentro de un millón de años. Algunas, las más pequeñas, son cantarinas, y se cuelan entre los nidos que entreteje el tiempo con las vidas de las almas melancólicas. Otras, casi gigantes, pasan de largo, dándose importancia, aunque luego vuelven y t...

The Bridge A peaceful autumn day. The sweet colors of the withered leaves of the trees on the ground accompanied us as we strolled down the hill. They were trees acclimated to the unrepentant lunar solitude that, together with the brilliant image of the Earth's surface, reminded us of our childhood on Earth. We had recently purchased a building in the complex located on the Sea of ​​Serenity. The complex had been baptized with the name of "The Bridge", referring to the flexible tubular structure that linked the Earth with the Moon. We had used the bridge very often to travel to Earth, and access to it was an imposing transparent hemisphere sealed from the outside. That morning, after our walk, we decided to visit the hemisphere, within which all kinds of businesses proliferated, to try to buy some luminous flying gadgets for our house. The surprise was unspeakable. We barely had time to close the gates, outer space became a solid, impenetrable mass and the possibility...

Mohammad Shaban He only has the imagination, the memory of what his eyes saw before he lost them. Mohammad is a handsome boy. His cheeks declare his love for life. He has not lost his smile, nor has he lost the illusion for so many things that he has to live in the future, his future. Someday somewhere, someone will return his sight and he, grateful, will continue to smile at the world and forgive, if forgiveness is possible in this difficult world. From @AndredeVegte6 https://twitter.com/OnlinePalEng/status/1427002637384404995/photo/1   Mohammad Shaban Solo le queda la imaginación, el recuerdo que lo que sus ojos veían antes de perderlos. Mohammad es un niño guapo. Sus mejillas declaran su amor por la vida. No ha perdido la sonrisa, ni ha perdido la ilusión por tantas cosas que tiene que vivir. Algún día en algún lugar, alguien le devolverá la vista y él, agradecido, seguirá sonriendo al mundo y perdonando, si es que en este mundo difícil cabe el perdón. De @AndredeV...

Motherhood We were crossing Sherwood Forest when Marian, my wife, went into labor. We were on our way to Edwinstowe to join William I's army. The dark night made it impossible to tell how close we were to Edwinstowe. Marian, in severe pain, leaned against the base of a tree. I, with the help of a torch, tried to help her give birth. After an interminable moment, something detached itself from her body. It was a kind of shiny oval stone. Stunned, I didn't know how to explain it to Marian. She stared at me and looked at what she hoped was a newborn. Her features transformed and she began to scream and cry bitterly. Then she lost her mind. She picked up the thing and caressed it, wrapped it in a blanket and kissed it. Dawn surprised us exhausted. Marian had not slept. Next to her face rested that shiny stone. As if she were a baby, she sang and kissed it, moving her hand as if something invisible was caressing her. I decided we couldn't get to Edwinstowe so we stayed the...

 Purgatory and Nothingness Two soulmates were planning how to escape together from purgatory. They observed that every day during the change of guard of the couple formed by the angel and the devil who guarded the great exit doors, that the doors, awake almost twenty-four hours, fell asleep for a minute, until the new pair of guards appeared. They dressed in their best clothes and with the greatest stealth they crossed the space that separated purgatory from nothingness. When they fell into nothingness they did not know what to do and tried to return to purgatory. Impossible! The doors no longer existed. Then the nothingness asked them about the feelings that united them. One of the souls blushed. Nothingness got as close as it could to the other soul. It gave off so much light that nothing dared to touch it, and nothingness was surprised that a soul that had just escaped from purgatory was so extraordinarily bright. The verb escape is not a kind word and leaves a trail of question...

Sadness I am in the waiting room of a hospital. My wife, Sara, has had a heart attack. She's is in the operating room since more than three hours. After trying to find out something by asking the nurses, she finally approaches the surgeon. I'm shaking. The uncertainty does not let me speak. "Are you Sara's husband?" "Yes. Is she OK?" "We have saved her in extremis. The images we took of her heart before the operation showed something undefined moving towards the right atrium. When I opened her chest, and entered the vena cava, something was trying to hide. I used tweezers and managed to catch what looked like a piece of paper. And it was amazing, it had the word 'sadness' printed on it. If we had waited a few hours, sadness would have entered his heart and surely he would have died. Please take care of her and don't let something like this happen to her again in the future." Tristeza Estoy en la sala de espera de un hospital. Mi muj...

  A Little Bouquet of Flowers Several poor sentiments were trying to reach the shores of the country of rich thoughts by boat. When they were very close to reaching their dream, the boat capsized and most of the sentiments drowned. One of them managed to reach the shore. There some thoughts with life jackets were waiting for him. As feelings know the language of flowers, when he reached the shore, the feeling offered one of the pansies a little bouquet of flowers that he had been taking care of during the whole trip. As feelings and thoughts speak different languages, the thought did not know what to say. A day later, the sprig of flowers had been left scattered on the sand and the sentiment was returned to its country inmediately. Un ramito de flores Varios sentimientos pobres intentaban llegar en patera a las costas del país de los pensamientos ricos. Cuando estaban muy cerca de alcanzar su sueño, la patera zozobró y la mayoría de los sentimientos murieron ahogados. Uno de ...

 August 19, 2031 Today we have been visited by the space-time of comet 2014 UN271 and the space-time of the Earth has been shaken by the presence of the comet. Coming from the Oort cloud, the trail of its multicolored light tail has drawn an enigmatic message in blue sky, a red image with the appearance of a medieval warrior. Its trajectory between the Earth and the Moon has changed the center of gravity of the whole, causing the water of the oceans to escape into space, also sucking part of the snow from the poles. The two space-times have become one, and the comet, has modified its trajectory and has started to rotate around the Moon, becoming its guardian. 19 de agosto de 2031 Hoy nos ha visitado el espacio-tiempo del cometa 2014 UN271 y el espacio-tiempo de la Tierra se ha visto sacudido por la presencia del cometa. Procedente de la nube de Oort, el rastro de su cola de luces multicolores ha dibujado en el azul un enigmático mensaje, una imagen roja con el aspecto de un guerr...

 Little Time Boxes I have always liked collecting little time boxes. I don't remember very well when I saw them for the first time, but they have been with me for most of my life. In my castle I set up a large space to store them. They come in all sizes. From those that contain a single moment to those that store decades of time. I have them ordered by importance. Apart from those that contain the past time, I also keep those of the future, and it is very striking because those of the future change in size, although I don't know yet what the reason is. They also disappear without warning, and new ones appear that can grow a lot. As new boxes appear, the room also grows, so that the castle is assuming an irregular shape that can be seen from a long distance. A few months ago an empty box appeared and no new boxes have come out. I don't know what it can mean.   Cajitas de tiempo Siempre me ha gustado coleccionar cajitas de tiempo. No recuerdo muy bien cuando las vi ...

Dress That morning she dressed in her best words. The dress, woven through many sleepless nights, was telling the story of her life. The words, sewn together with all the love they could contain, one after the other explained the most important moments of her existence. Strolling through the huge room full of visitors, not knowing how, the dress were snarled up in a cruel hook and one of the words could not be stay together with the others. In that instant, the story of her life was torn in two. The word 'love' lay on the ground. She tried to pick it up, but it had already changed color and the word   gently expired in her hands. She then knew that words can break the course of life.   El vestido Aquella mañana se vistió con sus mejores palabras. El vestido, tejido a lo largo de muchas noches de insomnio, contaba la historia de su vida. Las palabras, cosidas con todo el amor que podían contener, unas tras otras desgranaban los momentos más importantes de su existenci...

Buddha  And Buddha said to his disciple “Wherever you go, you will not find what you are looking for because, whatever it is, it does not exist except in your imagination. When you understand that, you will stop searching and there will only be the contemplation of existence.” Buda Y Buda le dijo a su discípulo: - Allá donde vayas, no encontrarás lo que buscas porque, sea lo que fuere, no existe salvo en tu imaginación. Cuando comprendas eso, dejarás de buscar y solo existirá la contemplación de la existencia.

  Conundrum I am writing to you from my present, which is now your past. My present is the endless nights in front of a bonfire in the desert. Black lights, white shadows. I am coming to find you. I already know that this is your past, because although you are here with me, I know that you aren't. Your world now is the memory of these moments of my present that are already part of your past. And although we are both in front of this endless bonfire, your eyes tell me that I am already part of what is not there.   Misterio Te escribo desde mi presente, que ahora es tu pasado. Mi presente son las noches interminables frente a una hoguera en el desierto. Luces negras, sombras blancas. Vengo a buscarte. Ya sé que este es tu pasado, porque aunque estás aquí conmigo, sé que no lo estás. Tu mundo ahora es el recuerdo de estos momentos de mi presente que ya son parte de tu pasado. Y aunque los dos estemos frente a esta hoguera sin fin, tus ojos me dicen que ya soy parte de lo ...

A Big Step A crucial breakthrough has taken place at the Experimental Center for New Techniques. The authorities of the Ministry of Planetary Adaptation and Control, responsible for the deployment on Mars, have requested a new "product" adapted to the conditions of the planet. The specifications of the new devices have to do with energy processes. They have to be humanoid in characteristics and understand humans perfectly. They must withstand the extreme conditions for the habitability of the planet. Such products should not depend on the unbreathable atmosphere of Mars. The Experimental Center for New Techniques have surprised those responsible for the Ministry by presenting a spectacular discovery. They have injected several volunteers with living elements in the blood. These living elements are capable of reproducing the oxygen that is needed, inhibiting the act of breathing. This means that they can carry out any activity in conditions of absence of oxygen. A big step...

  The Analyst Some time ago I received a small sample of a strange material with the commission to analyze it and describe its composition. Through the microscope a rough texture was appreciating, but apart from the emission of a purple color from the whole set, nothing special was noticed. This morning and after running it through the multi-analyzer I discovered something surprising. The first dimension of the analyzer presented a huge empty space on the screen. I asked the analyzer to access the second dimension and it showed me the detection, in that immense space, of small spherical particles revolving around other much larger and brighter particles. The third dimension focused on one of the spheres. One with blue flashes on the surface of which billions of organisms could be seen moving in all directions. On its tour over the surface of that sphere, the analyzer presented the HOLLYWOOD image on the screen. When I activated the analyzer to study the fourth dimension, an ext...

Cross The cross of every day sinks into the earth and takes roots that reach the other side of the world. And wherever they pass, they make the stones and the earth bleed. And the thick blood, which flows infinitely, is the sap that feeds the love that grows. She knows she is the womb of the world, the seed of the origin of everything and she is proud of her duty. And at the end of the day, when the stars take over the night, the cross watches over the dream of what is real and what is thought, what is felt and what is to come. And at the cross, when the sky groans for help, multicolored aquamarines sprout that heal their wounds. So, that deep black becomes a light that illuminates hearts. Black hearts, sad, in love. And for an instant, everything transforms and becomes good.   Cruz La cruz de todos los días se hunde en la tierra y echa raíces que llegan al otro lado del mundo. Y por donde pasan, hacen que sangren las piedras y la tierra. Y la sangre espesa, que bro...

Heart Its heartbeat, sometimes immense, other times inaudible, is always with me. Loving phrases hidden in the melody of its vigorous urges. I wanted to keep it to always listen to the melody of it. For this reason, when she died, I extracted her heart and I have it in an urn, from which, with its heartbeat, she continues to tell me that she loves me.   Corazón Sus latidos, unas veces inmensos, otras veces apagados, me acompañan siempre. Frases amantes ocultas en la melodía de sus vigorosos impulsos. He querido conservarlo para escuchar siempre su melodía. Por eso, cuando murió, extraje su corazón y lo tengo en una urna, desde la que, con sus latidos, me sigue diciendo que me quiere.

They They are they. I hear them coming down the hall. I hide my head under the pillow and hold my breath. Silence. A tense silence. Then muffled laughters and an unbearable smell of wax. Something slimy and acid rises to the throat. I try to scream but it just spasms that doesn't allow the vocal cords to make any sound. Chills that rise from head to toe. Completely attentive attention to sounds. Silence. Something hot comes out of the nose. I imagine them on the pillow, very close to my forehead. Throbbing in the temples and that smell of wax ... smell of wax, which reminds me of the endless days in the funeral home. I have never seen them, but at the same time it is as if they were part of me, as if at the same time they were inside me. They are the nameless ethereal ones, ready to take me to the other side.     Ellas Son ellas. Las oigo acercarse por el pasillo. Oculto la cabeza debajo de la almohada y contengo la respiración. Silencio. Un tenso silencio. Luego ris...

  Compassion She wandered the room looking for the compassion her son had lost. She had to be there, because there her son had filled her with reproaches and sadness. For an instant she hoped to find her because she knew compassion left a trace of her. But at that moment, stunned and sad, she did not see that compassion had taken refuge in the childish face of a photo that rested on the table in the living room. That face she wanted so much. Tears blurred the vision of the room, but something seemed to shine in that photo. She moved closer and the loving eyes of her son returned the loving gaze that she had always had. That was when she discovered her, and she knew that compassion would return to the soul of the one who was the reason for her life.   Compasión Recorrió la estancia buscando la compasión que había perdido su hijo. Tenía que estar allí, porque allí su hijo le había llenado de reproches y de tristeza. Durante un instante tuvo la esperanza de encontrarla po...