Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  Pegasus 1 He rose before dawn. He had spent the entire night awake, restless over the journey he would undertake at daybreak. In his mind, over and over again, he reviewed the route that would take him to the County of Rowling, where his beloved yet unknown Ingrid of Thule awaited him. About a hundred leagues from his lands, that county was covered by forests as ancient as the world itself, home to mysterious beings spoken of in old legends. When the first rays of the sun turned the palace towers to gold, Pegasus was already waiting, bridle prepared. A servant held the saddle while Siegfried gently stroked the mane of his travel companion in gratitude. With the servant’s help, he mounted Pegasus. Rider and horse: the perfect symbiosis between two noble souls . No one could quite remember when Pegasus had come to occupy a place of honor in the palace stables. The oldest in the court said that Siegfried’s father, when he was a child, had forged an unbreakable bond with that hor...

  Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off We are wave-beings, a concentration of waves moving through space. When we interact, it is the waves that do so. Over time, waves change their characteristics, which is why they age. There are unwritten laws that are unfailingly fulfilled. The wave-beings who received me when my collection of waves manifested visibly are the same wave-beings who will see me off when my waves oscillate at a frequency where they no longer manifest visibly. Although the appearance of the waves of these beings may suggest otherwise, they are the same wave-beings. Quienes me reciben y quienes me entregan Somos seres-onda, una concentración de ondas que se mueven a través del espacio. Cuando interactuamos, son las ondas las que lo hacen. Las ondas, con el paso del tiempo cambian sus características y ese es el motivo del envejecimiento. Hay leyes no escritas que se cumplen indefectiblemente. Los seres-onda que me recibieron cuando mi conjunto de ondas...