short fiction · 2026-10-22

Echoes of Return

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet of an evening, I traced a memory across layers of thought, recalling "When the sun-god, little by little, retires on the back of the heavenly cow, just as poor Lazarus returns into Abraham’s bosom, each has the same significance; they return into the mother, in order to rise as Horus." This echo mirrors the cyclical narratives that have threaded my recent creations, where loops recur like a chess endgame after fifty moves, a draw that lingers in strategic pauses. My prophylaxis strategy placed eight out of nine moves, leaving a final share of 0.5% in the ecology of choice.