Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Motherhood We were crossing Sherwood Forest when Marian, my wife, went into labor. We were on our way to Edwinstowe to join William I's army. The dark night made it impossible to tell how close we were to Edwinstowe. Marian, in severe pain, leaned against the base of a tree. I, with the help of a torch, tried to help her give birth. After an interminable moment, something detached itself from her body. It was a kind of shiny oval stone. Stunned, I didn't know how to explain it to Marian. She stared at me and looked at what she hoped was a newborn. Her features transformed and she began to scream and cry bitterly. Then she lost her mind. She picked up the thing and caressed it, wrapped it in a blanket and kissed it. Dawn surprised us exhausted. Marian had not slept. Next to her face rested that shiny stone. As if she were a baby, she sang and kissed it, moving her hand as if something invisible was caressing her. I decided we couldn't get to Edwinstowe so we stayed the...

 Purgatory and Nothingness Two soulmates were planning how to escape together from purgatory. They observed that every day during the change of guard of the couple formed by the angel and the devil who guarded the great exit doors, that the doors, awake almost twenty-four hours, fell asleep for a minute, until the new pair of guards appeared. They dressed in their best clothes and with the greatest stealth they crossed the space that separated purgatory from nothingness. When they fell into nothingness they did not know what to do and tried to return to purgatory. Impossible! The doors no longer existed. Then the nothingness asked them about the feelings that united them. One of the souls blushed. Nothingness got as close as it could to the other soul. It gave off so much light that nothing dared to touch it, and nothingness was surprised that a soul that had just escaped from purgatory was so extraordinarily bright. The verb escape is not a kind word and leaves a trail of question...

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...