Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  Deadly Mistake Without crying, he walked away down that dark corridor. He left the zinc coffin behind. There will be no more suns that illuminate his days, nor caresses that give his soul peace.   Error mortal Sin llorar, se alejó por aquel oscuro pasillo. dejó atrás el ataúd de zinc. Ya no habrá más soles que iluminen sus días, ni caricias que le presten a su alma sosiego.

  A Russian Soldier They had been carried the night before, protected by shadows, to the war zone. Exhausted, he had fallen asleep with his hands resting on the weapon, a proton ejector capable of destroying everything in its path. He missed Moscow, and in that dream, images of his grandfather were superimposed on scenes of war. His grandfather, a young Ukrainian soldier who fought against the special military operation in 2022, met his death in the Donbas, in the same area where he was now. The consequences of that war had been devastating. The intervention of NATO internationalized the conflict and as a consequence, Russia had lost more than half of its territory and the diaspora of the Russian people had turned their cities into ghostly specters. Now, fifty years later, Russia was once again expanding its borders with aggressive attacks that reduced the buildings that had been left standing years before to rubble. He was startled awake by the explosion of what he thought mig...