Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  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...