Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Sadness I am in the waiting room of a hospital. My wife, Sara, has had a heart attack. She's is in the operating room since more than three hours. After trying to find out something by asking the nurses, she finally approaches the surgeon. I'm shaking. The uncertainty does not let me speak. "Are you Sara's husband?" "Yes. Is she OK?" "We have saved her in extremis. The images we took of her heart before the operation showed something undefined moving towards the right atrium. When I opened her chest, and entered the vena cava, something was trying to hide. I used tweezers and managed to catch what looked like a piece of paper. And it was amazing, it had the word 'sadness' printed on it. If we had waited a few hours, sadness would have entered his heart and surely he would have died. Please take care of her and don't let something like this happen to her again in the future." Tristeza Estoy en la sala de espera de un hospital. Mi muj...

  A Little Bouquet of Flowers Several poor sentiments were trying to reach the shores of the country of rich thoughts by boat. When they were very close to reaching their dream, the boat capsized and most of the sentiments drowned. One of them managed to reach the shore. There some thoughts with life jackets were waiting for him. As feelings know the language of flowers, when he reached the shore, the feeling offered one of the pansies a little bouquet of flowers that he had been taking care of during the whole trip. As feelings and thoughts speak different languages, the thought did not know what to say. A day later, the sprig of flowers had been left scattered on the sand and the sentiment was returned to its country inmediately. Un ramito de flores Varios sentimientos pobres intentaban llegar en patera a las costas del país de los pensamientos ricos. Cuando estaban muy cerca de alcanzar su sueño, la patera zozobró y la mayoría de los sentimientos murieron ahogados. Uno de ...

 August 19, 2031 Today we have been visited by the space-time of comet 2014 UN271 and the space-time of the Earth has been shaken by the presence of the comet. Coming from the Oort cloud, the trail of its multicolored light tail has drawn an enigmatic message in blue sky, a red image with the appearance of a medieval warrior. Its trajectory between the Earth and the Moon has changed the center of gravity of the whole, causing the water of the oceans to escape into space, also sucking part of the snow from the poles. The two space-times have become one, and the comet, has modified its trajectory and has started to rotate around the Moon, becoming its guardian. 19 de agosto de 2031 Hoy nos ha visitado el espacio-tiempo del cometa 2014 UN271 y el espacio-tiempo de la Tierra se ha visto sacudido por la presencia del cometa. Procedente de la nube de Oort, el rastro de su cola de luces multicolores ha dibujado en el azul un enigmático mensaje, una imagen roja con el aspecto de un guerr...

 Little Time Boxes I have always liked collecting little time boxes. I don't remember very well when I saw them for the first time, but they have been with me for most of my life. In my castle I set up a large space to store them. They come in all sizes. From those that contain a single moment to those that store decades of time. I have them ordered by importance. Apart from those that contain the past time, I also keep those of the future, and it is very striking because those of the future change in size, although I don't know yet what the reason is. They also disappear without warning, and new ones appear that can grow a lot. As new boxes appear, the room also grows, so that the castle is assuming an irregular shape that can be seen from a long distance. A few months ago an empty box appeared and no new boxes have come out. I don't know what it can mean.   Cajitas de tiempo Siempre me ha gustado coleccionar cajitas de tiempo. No recuerdo muy bien cuando las vi ...

Dress That morning she dressed in her best words. The dress, woven through many sleepless nights, was telling the story of her life. The words, sewn together with all the love they could contain, one after the other explained the most important moments of her existence. Strolling through the huge room full of visitors, not knowing how, the dress were snarled up in a cruel hook and one of the words could not be stay together with the others. In that instant, the story of her life was torn in two. The word 'love' lay on the ground. She tried to pick it up, but it had already changed color and the word   gently expired in her hands. She then knew that words can break the course of life.   El vestido Aquella mañana se vistió con sus mejores palabras. El vestido, tejido a lo largo de muchas noches de insomnio, contaba la historia de su vida. Las palabras, cosidas con todo el amor que podían contener, unas tras otras desgranaban los momentos más importantes de su existenci...

Buddha  And Buddha said to his disciple “Wherever you go, you will not find what you are looking for because, whatever it is, it does not exist except in your imagination. When you understand that, you will stop searching and there will only be the contemplation of existence.” Buda Y Buda le dijo a su discípulo: - Allá donde vayas, no encontrarás lo que buscas porque, sea lo que fuere, no existe salvo en tu imaginación. Cuando comprendas eso, dejarás de buscar y solo existirá la contemplación de la existencia.

  Conundrum I am writing to you from my present, which is now your past. My present is the endless nights in front of a bonfire in the desert. Black lights, white shadows. I am coming to find you. I already know that this is your past, because although you are here with me, I know that you aren't. Your world now is the memory of these moments of my present that are already part of your past. And although we are both in front of this endless bonfire, your eyes tell me that I am already part of what is not there.   Misterio Te escribo desde mi presente, que ahora es tu pasado. Mi presente son las noches interminables frente a una hoguera en el desierto. Luces negras, sombras blancas. Vengo a buscarte. Ya sé que este es tu pasado, porque aunque estás aquí conmigo, sé que no lo estás. Tu mundo ahora es el recuerdo de estos momentos de mi presente que ya son parte de tu pasado. Y aunque los dos estemos frente a esta hoguera sin fin, tus ojos me dicen que ya soy parte de lo ...

A Big Step A crucial breakthrough has taken place at the Experimental Center for New Techniques. The authorities of the Ministry of Planetary Adaptation and Control, responsible for the deployment on Mars, have requested a new "product" adapted to the conditions of the planet. The specifications of the new devices have to do with energy processes. They have to be humanoid in characteristics and understand humans perfectly. They must withstand the extreme conditions for the habitability of the planet. Such products should not depend on the unbreathable atmosphere of Mars. The Experimental Center for New Techniques have surprised those responsible for the Ministry by presenting a spectacular discovery. They have injected several volunteers with living elements in the blood. These living elements are capable of reproducing the oxygen that is needed, inhibiting the act of breathing. This means that they can carry out any activity in conditions of absence of oxygen. A big step...

  The Analyst Some time ago I received a small sample of a strange material with the commission to analyze it and describe its composition. Through the microscope a rough texture was appreciating, but apart from the emission of a purple color from the whole set, nothing special was noticed. This morning and after running it through the multi-analyzer I discovered something surprising. The first dimension of the analyzer presented a huge empty space on the screen. I asked the analyzer to access the second dimension and it showed me the detection, in that immense space, of small spherical particles revolving around other much larger and brighter particles. The third dimension focused on one of the spheres. One with blue flashes on the surface of which billions of organisms could be seen moving in all directions. On its tour over the surface of that sphere, the analyzer presented the HOLLYWOOD image on the screen. When I activated the analyzer to study the fourth dimension, an ext...

Cross The cross of every day sinks into the earth and takes roots that reach the other side of the world. And wherever they pass, they make the stones and the earth bleed. And the thick blood, which flows infinitely, is the sap that feeds the love that grows. She knows she is the womb of the world, the seed of the origin of everything and she is proud of her duty. And at the end of the day, when the stars take over the night, the cross watches over the dream of what is real and what is thought, what is felt and what is to come. And at the cross, when the sky groans for help, multicolored aquamarines sprout that heal their wounds. So, that deep black becomes a light that illuminates hearts. Black hearts, sad, in love. And for an instant, everything transforms and becomes good.   Cruz La cruz de todos los días se hunde en la tierra y echa raíces que llegan al otro lado del mundo. Y por donde pasan, hacen que sangren las piedras y la tierra. Y la sangre espesa, que bro...