Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  The lake of time Last night a piece of black space came to visit me. At dawn, a stranger has brought me to the lake of time. I move closer to the side of it. I introduce my hands and cupping them in the liquid crystalline, and I desperately try to retain the drops of time, but the moments slip through my fingers and fall quickly as wanting to lose themselves in the roots of the earth. So all my time is now reduced to five minutes, those who have been imprisoned in the meager space of the hollow of the palm of my hand. It's the last five minutes, very little time to tell you so many things. To repeat to you how much I love you. You, who have generated my time. You, who have accompanied me on this long journey with the patience and love that only someone who has given birth knows how to offer. The lake of time separated us and will unite us again very soon forever.   El lago del tiempo Anoche vino a visitarme un trozo de espacio negro. Al despuntar el alba, un desconoc...

  Fatal Blow One, two, three ... The tower clock began to chime to say goodbye to the year. The unusual image of the empty medieval square and poorly lit by four small torches, left a trace of discouragement in the souls that, kidnapped by the pandemic, wandered through imaginary universes looking for something that would give them hope. Before the last bell that would dismiss the year sounded, the abbot turned his gaze to heaven, begging for a divine sign to end that pandemic. A faint little light appeared in the distance and slowly became more visible as he approached the square. A picosatellite the size of the abbot's book of hours slowed until it was within inches of the stunned abbot. Addressing him in ancient Latin, the voice of the picosatellite told him that inside it was carrying the offering that, coming from heaven, would end the pandemic. It continued saying that like happened with the miracle of the loaves and fishes, that the holy water that all people should drin...