Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  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...