Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

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 ...