Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  The Wood Carving On a trip to learn about life in Tanzania, an aboriginal man approached me suspiciously and showed me a wood carving. His pleading eyes asked me to give him something for that piece of art. A warrior was preparing his spear to hunt a lion. It was a crude wood carving, naïve, but there was something inexplicable about it that made one look at it unhurriedly. That same night when I went to the tent to sleep, I took the carving with me and placed it next to the pillow. Watching her I fell asleep. I had a horrible nightmare in which a lion was attacking me and luckily, a warrior similar to the one in the wood carving came out of the thicket and faced the lion, saving my life. The next day I was woken up by a sharp pain in my side. He had a deep wound that appeared to have been caused by a lion's claw. I looked at the wood carving and the warrior lay bloodied and badly wounded, while the lion was preparing to end his life. La talla  En un viaje para aprender...

  The Postman   When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Someone sent him, once a week, a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed and the drawings were transformed into true works of art, and the dedications into poems full of feeling. Letters are feelings, so he became a postman. He managed to dedicate his life to bringing illusion to each house. One day he knocked on a door to deliver a letter and a girl opened it. The girl greeted him with a broad smile and said:' -Do you know who I am? The postman was surprised and shook his head. -I am the person who sends you a drawing and a dedication every week. -But, if you are a girl, and I have received those letters for more than thirty years. And the girl said: -I am the feeling, and your eyes see me with the look of the innocence. You see me with the image of when I started sending you letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist.   El carte...

  Sinbad's Diary Day X-2098 of the lunar calendar. Prospecting operations on the lunar soil were following a strict control program. In the silence of empty space, the huge hundred-meter-diameter drills, activated by remote control, had begun their work scratching the surface of the Earth's satellite. Unexpectedly, the four heads, which had only penetrated a few hundred meters, were failing to advance. An impenetrable surface was refusing to allow those great blades to continue piercing the ground. Telemetry from Earth was indicating that it was a metallic structure of amaranth color, which extended over a wide surface. Activities were paralyzed for several days, and Sinbad, who was responsible for monitoring operations from the space center in French Guiana, was worriyng about the delay in the project. Surprisingly, alarm signals went off at the space center as the drilling machines had begun to function without any intervention from control personnel. The following message ...

 Your secret I'm living with your secret. It is a constant thought. Despairs me. Destroys me It turns my soul inside out. I already know that you don't know that I know it, and you look at me with that imploring blue gaze, to create an impenetrable veil between your gaze and your secret. But sometimes I think you know that I know, because you look down, and when I look into your eyes again I guess unshed tears and an infinite sadness in your expression. Tu secreto Estoy viviendo con tu secreto. Es un pensamiento constante. Me desespera. Me destruye. Me vuelve el alma del revés. Ya sé que tú no sabes que lo sé, y me miras con esa mirada azul, implorante, para crear un velo impenetrable entre tu mirada y tu secreto. Pero algunas veces creo que sabes que lo sé, porque bajas la mirada, y cuando de nuevo miro tus ojos adivino lágrimas contenidas y una tristeza infinita en tu expresión.

Candle A sea breeze came to extinguish the light of a candle, and in the darkness of the night, the candle was lost. She groped her way to a small room and, without knowing it, she placed herself next to a small vase of flowers. When the flowers saw the slender candle, they were surprised that it was out and smiled at it. Then, the candle blushed so much that a spark lit its wick, illuminating and giving life to the delicate skin of the flowers. Candela Una brisa marina vino a apagar la luz de una candela, y en la oscuridad de la noche, la candela se perdió. A tientas se dirigió a un pequeño salón y, sin saberlo, se situó junto a un jarroncito de flores. Cuando las flores vieron a la esbelta candela se extrañaron de que estuviera apagada y le sonrieron. Entonces, la candela se ruborizó tanto que una chispa prendió su mecha iluminando y dando vida a la delicada piel de las flores.  

 The Guardian The narrow path led to a strange place populated by sinister trees. Only the initiates knew the destination of that inhospitable path. It was a small grotto guarded by a jealous guardian to whom visitors had to identify themselves. For over five hundred years he had done his job flawlessly. No one who did not belong to that lodge had managed to cross the dark threshold. He never knew what was happening inside that place and what those adepts were doing. But one day someone went to visit him The and told him that all those who entered that place were not people. They were thoughts, and that he himself had been controlling the access of those thoughts to the Buddha's mind. He was responsible for the purity of the Buddha's thoughts. El guardián El camino angosto conducía a un lugar extraño poblado por árboles siniestros. Sólo los iniciados conocían el destino de aquel inhóspito camino. Era una pequeña gruta custodiada por un celoso guardián ante el cual los visitante...

  Discovery Proxima Centauri b fue durante mucho tiempo el planeta deseado por los científicos para establecer una base experimental fuera del sistema solar. El astronauta abrió la escotilla que permitía salir al vehículo oruga. Lentamente, ocupó su asiento y dio la orden de que el vehículo se dirigiera al suroeste, una posición cercana al montículo Domne. Los sistemas de identificación y seguimiento habían detectado la existencia de un objeto semienterrado que parecía ser una especie de tablón. Al acercarse, la pantalla presentaba la imagen de una superficie lisa en la que se distinguían las letras QR parcialmente borradas. El astronauta dio la orden de desplegar el brazo articulado y con extremo cuidado se desenterró aquel extraño objeto. Para su sorpresa, era un estandarte de las legiones romanas con la inscripción SPQR (Senatus Populusque Romanus). Era una prueba de la existencia de planetas replicantes en un universo en contracción. La vieja teoría de Wegener que predice la et...