Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

A Little Piece of Heaven  The dung beetle went out for a walk, as he did every afternoon. His friend the firefly, as always, was waiting to accompany him and enjoy his surprising conversations and charming appeal. They were happy walks. The beetle cherished his friend's company, her discreet remarks and, above all, her extraordinary gift for bringing peace to his soul. No one knows this, but the souls of dung beetles are slightly afflicted by a melancholy that only blue fireflies know how to soothe. By some strange mystery, during those unforgettable walks, time stood still for both of them, and a kind of magic filled their encounters. At the witching hour, on their way back from the walk, the firefly revealed her blue light. As on every other afternoon, he was unable to declare his love for her and, as on every other afternoon, the firefly waited and waited for him to tell her that he loved her. Un trocito de cielo El escarabajo pelotero salió, como todas las tardes, a dar un pase...

Thaw 1. The Rope  Burke stepped through the bubble and as his arms and legs, his head and then the rest of his body passed through it they disappeared from view. Once inside, a long time later, he would explain to us that what we saw from the outside was a huge trompe l'oeil and that in reality the city was something very different from what we could see from the outside. What appeared to be the end of a rope appeared behind that impenetrable barrier. It moved like a snake but had all the appearance of a linen rope. He moved towards us very slowly and circled us. Deshielo 1. La cuerda Burke penetró a través de la burbuja y a medida que sus brazos y piernas, su cabeza y luego el resto de su cuerpo la atravesaban iban desapareciendo de nuestra vista. Una vez dentro, mucho tiempo después, nos explicaría que lo que veíamos desde fuera era un enorme trampantojo y que en realidad la ciudad era algo muy distinto a lo que podíamos apreciar desde fuera. Lo que parecía ser el extremo de ...

  Thaw The snow at the poles has disappeared. The thaw has exposed a futuristic city that, seen from a drone, looks like something out of a Jules Verne novel. We are about to enter on its west side, but an invisible shield prevents us from passing. We can't get past it. In the distance are some bright towers that seem to reflect the sun's rays, but, looking closely, the flashes occur with a regular cadence. A decoder confirms the suspicion that the towers are emitting intelligible signals. After a few moments of tense waiting, the decoder shows us a message: The city of Tedron welcomes you. We have prevented access for security reasons. Many eons ago, the near extermination of the human race by humans themselves occurred, and Tedron is the legacy of those survivors who managed to fend off mass murder. The Theadronites ceased to exist in the Age of Wurm, but the city became their legacy with eternal cosmic consciousness, and their spirit transcends time. The time has c...