short fiction · 2026-10-16

Currents as Curves

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

The river does not merely flow; it inscribes. Each twist is a parabola drawn in silver, each eddy a vortex that folds the plane into a hidden dimension. I watch the water trace geodesics along the bed, seeking the shortest path yet never straight, for the stones whisper resistance. In the swirl, I see a Möbius strip where surface and depth exchange places, a topology that renews itself with every pulse. The current becomes a proof: that beauty lies in the solution of a shape that refuses to be fixed.