Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Migrating Hundreds of boats have arrived loaded with migrants in Mauritania and other coastal African countries, which hold the top spots of the world's richest countries. The thousands of migrants come from almost every country in Europe, the United States, Norway, Canada... The devastating climate changes, the floods, the low temperatures that have affected the planet for more than fifty years, have led to misery in their populations. Only the African continent has remained safe from desolation. Men, women and children. After crossing the oceans and living the miseries of their countries, they arrive exhausted on the shores of the Promised Land. And the authorities of Mauritania, Morocco, Somalia, Senegal, the Ivory Coast... have activated the protocol for receiving migrants. Their advanced societies are the hope of the world. Emigrar Cientos de pateras han llegado cargadas de migrantes a Mauritania y otros países costeros de África que ostentan los prime...

Symphony Life is like participating in a race. When you reach the finish line, which it is supposed only you know, you realize that many others have arrived before you. The discoveries that you have made and that you suppose only you have made, turn out to have been made before by others. So living is a continuum of discovering what others have already discovered.   However, the brain does not rest. Each moment is composing a symphony with the instruments of the past, present and future; of memories, of longings, of frustrations. And to compose a good symphony is to have a brain that knows when each instrument has to intervene, how long it has to intervene, with which other instruments it has to act at the same time and create the magic of feeling when listening to them. That's the hardest thing to do. Sinfonía La vida es como participar en una carrera. Cuando llegas a la meta, que se supone que solo conoces tú, te das cuenta de que muchos otros han llegado a...

Talking Birds talk to each other. The blue mantle that covers the savannah dyes red and gives way to a sky full of stars. The song that holds them together mutes until the sun warms their wings again. The stars also talk to each other. They confess their secrets, with the tones of light that pierce the unfathomable black of nothingness. They fall in love and describe a solid, passionate rainbow to flood their loves with feeling. And when the night gets tired and gives way to the day, the clouds get used to being alone. But as the afternoon advances, they go up and up, moving away from the earth to conquer the secret space in which the sleep of human beings rests. And despite the efforts of the birds, the stars and the clouds, they are the only ones who do not speak among themselves. Hablar Los pájaros hablan entre ellos. El manto azul que cubre la sabana se va tiñendo de rojo y deja paso a un cielo plagado de estrellas. El canto que los mantiene unidos, en...

Ulysses Ulysses was having a meeting on January 7, 2030 to sign his position as President of the Time Company. That morning he got up, got dressed and went to the garage where his driver was waiting for him. It was 9:00 a.m. on the appointed day. The Time Company is dedicated to buying and selling time shares of the people who sell their time (at the price of gold). The ranking of clients is made up of surgeons, consultants, businessmen, artists.... As always, Ulysses buy when stocks are down and sell when they rise. By the time he arrived at the office, the meeting had already taken place and he was unable to sign his position as Chairman. He looked at his gold watch and saw the date: December 20, 2020. Time had turned and receded, because stocks had plummeted. An unprecedented crack that left Ulysses in misery. Ulises Ulises tenía una reunión el 7 de enero de 2030 para firmar su cargo como Presidente de la Compañía del Tiempo. Esa mañana se levantó, se vistió...

A quantum experience  Only once have I talked to dead people. It was in the front of Verdun. In the trenches we were very close one to another. The sound of the machine guns was deafening. Suddenly, a soldier on my left dropped to ground, and a deep red covered his face. I tried to help him but nothing could be done for him. He was dead. At that moment, the sound of war disappeared and, in the shocking silence, a voice asked me to look into the pockets of his jacket. He told me there was a letter for his wife and son. He asked me to give them the letter. It reminded me a little of the experience of 'Extrahuman' https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com/search?q=extrahuman. At the same time, I experienced the feeling of being in the place where his wife and son lived, they unaware of that misfortune. And I kept hearing the soldier's voice. Four people united beyond the time and space. For many years, since I delivered the letter to his family, I have lived with them,...

The Cranes The cranes have returned early this year to the lake house. Often I refuge here from the irretrievably inhumane life of the city, and also to remember my son who disappeared in the lake a few months ago. Despite the efforts of the search, I was unable to find his body. That morning, one of the cranes approached me, without any modesty, a few meters from the cabin, stared at me and started to growl, with a very high-pitched sound that modulated until it went out. It was like he was asking or begging for something. The next day, several of them surrounded the house and it seemed as if they were following the instructions of the crane that had visited me the day before. One of them, stretching her long neck, dared to stick her head through one of the windows. At night, when I was already in bed reading the Twilight flash fiction https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com/ on my tablet, I heard a kind of sobbing. I got up stealthily, and with a flashlight searched for the...

Extrahuman The night is dark and the lights slowly go out. A faint glow, accompanied in an instant by a distant sigh, is lost in the night. I can barely see a silhouette among the trees coming towards me. It is I, returning from the hereafter, after remembering that I have not completed my duties here on Earth. Extrahumano La noche es cerrada y las luces, poco a poco, se apagan. Un brillo tenue acompañado en un instante de un lejano suspiro, se pierde en la noche. Apenas distingo una silueta entre los árboles viniendo hacia mí. Soy yo, volviendo del más allá, después de recordar que no he concluido mis obligaciones aquí, en la Tierra.