HOMECOMING
BY MIGUEL HIDALGO
What lasts forever? Does love?
Does death?... Nothing lasts
forever.... Not even forever
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, April 1958.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The large horse plodded slowly over the shifting sand.
The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in the dust-caked, tired body, yet there they were, seeking, always seeking—searching the clear horizon, and never seeming to find what they sought.
