Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  The Cradle In the dim light at the centre of the room stood the magnificent cradle. Aquamarines gleamed from the black ebony of its headboard. A wandering ray of sunlight came to illuminate the hidden faces of the sleeping twins. The cradle was astonished. It had remained alone in that attic for more than forty years, after cradling every child born into the family. Once again, it was the centre of the universe. Such happiness made it hold them close... Closer... Closer still. Until the twins stopped breathing.   La cuna En el centro de la estancia, envuelta en penumbra, se alzaba la espléndida cuna. Las aguamarinas incrustadas en el negro ébano del cabecero brillaban tenuemente. Un rayo de sol perdido vino a iluminar las escondidas caritas de los gemelos, que dormían plácidamente. La cuna se sorprendió. Hacía más de cuarenta años que permanecía sola en aquel desván, después de haber acunado a todos los vástagos de la familia. De nuevo... era el centro del un...

  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...