Diana Creel Elarde

Malbec at Sunset

by Diana Elarde It is fairly desolate now without cars coming and going alongside me. My chances of catching a

It’s quiet where I live now. I wake around 4:00 am, because it seems that is what I do now.

By Diana Creel Elarde I sit up at the counter at the retro diner, slowly munching the last french fry.

By Diana Creel Elarde I cross the campus in the silence of the early morning. Even if the cars on

I have to laugh as I pour the sand into the empty lunch bags. How can it be that from

The morning moves quickly. One task to another, crossing off items until the last task: the airport. The drive there

It is the mornings I love most, when I can feel hopeful. My best days start when I slip out

The door takes a few moments to open. I hold the handle with one hand, shaking the key in

I check my watch, weighing the time. Just enough minutes to get in my morning walk before I have to

I stood on the stair of the bus. The others had walked past him, ignored him. They never allowed his