Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Saturday It was Saturday. The school was closed, but someone lived in nursery classroom 7. He was always there, even if it was Saturday. From her desk at the end of the classroom, the little blonde-haired girl looked at the blackboard and remembered the laughs and jokes of her classmates. Thirty years have passed, and the girl is still there every Saturday, looking at the blackboard and remembering with nostalgia her feelings from her childhood. She does not remember very well how it happened when time stopped for her. Every year, for thirty years, the students of classroom 7 of kindergartens know that someone accompanies them when they are there and surely, that someone lives there forever.   Sábado Era sábado. La escuela estaba cerrada, pero alguien vivía en el aula 7 de la guardería. Siempre estaba allí, incluso si era sábado. Desde su pupitre al final del salón de clases, la pequeña rubia miraba la pizarra y recordaba las risas y bromas de sus compañeros. Han pasado tre...

Alison 1 Alison kindly greeted her teacher and they talked for a few moments, recalling anecdotes from the time they met at the university. Alison couldn't hide her nervousness and Napoleon, her teacher, seemed to want to tell her something with her look. When she secretly managed to take her away from outside ears, he confessed that he had hacked sensitive information because he wanted to demonstrate, according to the deputy director of the department, that the data engineer hired by the company was not doing her job properly. It was clear that Napoleon did not know that she was the one hired. Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. So, what they wanted at the meeting was to fire her from her. Or so she thought. Alison 1 Alison saludó amablemente a su profesor y conversaron durante unos instantes, rememorando anécdotas del tiempo en el que coincidieron en la universidad. Alison no podía ocultar su nerviosismo y Napoleón, su profesor, parecía querer decirle algo con su m...