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 bells of the tower began to toll the final moments of the year. The medieval square lay deserted, dimly lit by only four flickering torches. Imprisoned by the pandemic, the villagers wandered through imaginary worlds in search of something that might restore their hope. Just before the final bell rang, the abbot raised his eyes to the heavens and prayed for a divine sign that would bring the plague to an end. A tiny light appeared in the distance. Slowly, it drifted closer. It was no larger than the abbot's Book of Hours . The small metallic sphere slowed to a halt only inches from his astonished face. Then a voice spoke in flawless ancient Latin. "Do not be afraid. I bring Heaven's gift. Let everyone drink from this water. It will never run dry." The abbot's face hardened. Certain that he stood before one of Lucifer's temptations, he gathered all his courage and struck the strange object with a single, decisive blow. ...