Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  Acetylcholine and Empty Reserves And then came the day when the neurons tried to release acetylcholine, the quintessential neurotransmitter, but the vesicles, for some unknown reason, were empty. Without acetylcholine, information can’t be stored or retrieved clearly. Result: cognitive decline. These were the neurons of some of the officials responsible for Argentina’s foreign currency reserves. The same universal principle: empty vesicles, empty reserves. The neuron is left without its memory, just as the markets wait for the dollars that never appear. The solutions: for acetylcholine, a more adequate diet; for foreign reserves, a bailout. Acetilcolina y reservas vacías Y llegó el día en el que las neuronas intentaron liberar acetilcolina, el neurotransmisor por excelencia, pero las vesículas, no se sabe por qué motivo, estaban vacías. Sin la acetilcolina, la información no se fija ni se recupera con claridad. Resultado: deterioro cognitivo. Se trataba de las neuronas de...

 Tar We have just left the exosphere. Four powerful engines drive the massive machine that carries us to Mars. We venture into the unsettling black nothingness. Everything has gone according to plan—until a small incident puts us on alert: the ship is experiencing a gradual loss of speed from an unknown cause. None of the monitoring systems or external cameras detects anything, except for the dark background surrounding the ship. A total void in which the telescopes show no trace of stellar objects. I decide to go outside to try to understand what is happening. I open one of the side hatches and float out with a sense of apprehension. I can make out a black, viscous mass advancing along the metallic surface. It looks like tar. It approaches quickly and traps my glove; upon contact, it hardens into a block as solid as granite. I look in every direction. What I see is the same solid mass spreading throughout space. The communication systems warn me that this telepathic connec...

Folk Songs 3 (MCC) The Little Canteen Girl Since I was little, a canteen maid, through all of Spain my rounds I made. Always selling that fiery wine, who will come buy this drink of mine? And so I live, through grief and pain, selling the drink again, again. Selling aguardiente sweet, the burning liquor none can beat. I walk the street, hear soldiers’ feet, the ringing step, the drum’s quick beat. And then a voice comes clear to say: “Canteen girl, please wait, I pray.” I wait, and soon he speaks once more: “Pour me a glass, I do implore. Of that strong spirit, quick, be kind, for I would take my breakfast wine.” I pour it out, he drinks it fast, and in that moment ties are cast. Then hear him say, as off he goes: “Canteen girl, canteen girl  farewell.” Canciones populares 3 (MCC) La cantinerita Desde muy niña fui cantinera, todos los puntos de España corrí. Siempre vendiendo el rico aguardiente, ¿quién me lo comprará a mi? De modo, que me mantengo...

Folk Songs 2 (MCC) **“Good evening, Uncle Perloches,” said he, “Why, hello Carlos, sit by me.” “I come uneasy, yet I’ll stay, Now tell me, Carlos, what you say.” “Uncle, I’ll speak and not delay: I’ve come to ask for Ramona today.” Then Perloches grasped the broom with might, And Aunt María the shovel tight, While the foolish bride-to-be Laughed and laughed in endless glee.”** Canciones populares 2 (MCC) Buenas noches tio Perloches. Hola Carlos, siéntate. Vengo de muy poco asiento, pero en fin, me sentaré Dime Carlos a lo que vienes. Tieo Perloches le diré: a pedirle relaciones de la Ramona de usted. El tío Perloches cogió la escoba y la tía María el badil, y la tonta de la novia hartándose de reír.

 Folk Songs 1 (MCC) Go on, go, don’t leave, slip into a hole, And if your mother asks, we’ll say you’re an owl. Canciones populares 1 (MCC) Anda vete, no te vayas, métete en un agujero, y si tu madre pregunta, diremos que eres mochuelo.

Folk songs (MCC) Go your way, go; I do not call you near. Where you spent the winter, spend the summer there. Canciones polulares (MCC) Anda vete, anda vete, yo no te llamo. Donde has pasado el invierno, pasa el verano.

Awakening As on every other night, we went to bed early and, as always, held hands until we awoke. That morning, as dawn was breaking, I felt a strange coldness between my fingers. I tried to pull away from whatever I was holding, and then I realized I was caressing the skeleton of her hand. Depertar Como cada noche, nos fuimos a dormir temprano y, como siempre, permanecimos cogidos de la mano hasta despertar. Aquella mañana, cuando despuntaba el alba, sentí una extraña frialdad entre los dedos. Traté de apartar la mano de aquello que sujetaba y entonces me di cuenta de que estaba acariciando el esqueleto de su mano. Ξύπνημα Όπως κάθε βράδυ, πήγαμε νωρίς για ύπνο και, όπως πάντα, κρατιόμασταν από το χέρι μέχρι να ξυπνήσουμε. Εκείνη την ημέρα, στο ξημέρωμα, ένιωσα μια παράξενη ψυχρότητα ανάμεσα στα δάχτυλά μου. Προσπάθησα να απομακρύνω το χέρι μου από ό,τι κρατούσα και τότε συνειδητοποίησα ότι χάιδευα το σκελετό του χεριού της.

Loneliness Someone introduced him to a lonely moment and, without a second thought, he invited it to live with him for all eternity. Soledad Alguien le presentó a un instante que estaba solo y, sin pensarlo, lo invitó a vivir con él durante toda la eternidad.

The Lord's Prayer When he set foot on Mars for the first time, he had the strange feeling that he had lived that moment before. He asked the mentor attached to his brain, and the mentor revealed the truth.  In reality, he had died years earlier... the first time he set foot on Mars. Padre nuestro Cuando pisó Marte por primera vez, tuvo la extraña sensación de haber vivido aquel instante. Le preguntó al mentor acoplado a su cerebro. El mentor le reveló la verdad.  En realidad había muerto varios años antes...  al pisar Marte por primera vez.

  Augusto and the Dinosaur And one day Augusto Monterroso received a visit from the dinosaur to remind him that it was still there.   https://ciudadseva.com/texto/el-dinosaurio/ Augusto y el dinosaurio Y Augusto Monterroso recibió un día la visita del dinosaurio para recordarle que aún seguía allí. https://ciudadseva.com/texto/el-dinosaurio/