Christine Diamond The Writer

Count the Steps By Christine Diamond Walking is new. I didn’t think that standing would take so much effort. I push upward, my feet are somewhat sturdy. The thin legs below me wobble a bit. Sickly from months in a hospital bed. My grey brown beard is the longest it's ever been in my 62 years, not a look I really care for. Now that I'm moving more, hopefully I'll be getting a nice trim soon. I am instructed to move my right foot forward.  My clammy hands hold onto the cool metal bars with a fierce grip, I feel like I’m going to slip any second and fall. It’s a soft landing in front of me, some kind of blue gym mat would catch my fall. I wouldn’t really be physically injured if I landed on that cushion only a few feet below, but my pride would definitely be hurt. I hear the nurse urge me again, “You’ve got it, just take one step then we will try another. Just one at a time.” I look into her hazel eyes, so young. How is she already a nurse? she can’t be

Mystic Woods By Christine Diamond A path of dry dust lay before the wanderer. Mathias was exhausted, parched and completely alone. It had been several days since his last meal, and he wasn’t sure where he was going anymore. Delusion and mirages were his daily companions. This stout brawny man came from a village where you traded your craft for coins, he didn’t know how to fend for himself in the wild. However, Mathias was clever and did know how to make tools. He rested under the shade of a slender yet sturdy oak tree.  Her long branches swayed in the breeze like long locks of brown hair. The sunlight began to sparkle between her translucent deep green leaves.  The tree moved more than swaying, Mathias blinked. What had he just seen? A rush of wind whirred around him and soon standing before him was a lovely Dryad. She slowly walked toward him, her feet barely making a dent on the soft clovers and sedum that lay under the tree, who’s trunk she had just emerged from. Her eye

The Smell of Rain By Christine Diamond A silent set of eyes watched the rain fall as he shimmied back further into his burrow. The grey fluff of his floppy ears was slightly matted down from a few raindrops that had told him to run inside and hide. He saw the tall shadows of three figures walk past, so he nosed deeper into his hole out of sight. His little white cottontail disappearing from view. *** The deep steady thud above shook the rabbit's home as three human figures trailed along the dirt path. There were two solid sets of black galoshes, and one tiny set of bright red boots with white polka dots peppering the rubber. A squeal rang through the air as the bright red boots found a puddle. Her jump splashed water and bits of mud everywhere! The wide eyed faces of the adults slowly turned into playful smiles and they too jumped into the muddy puddle.  *** Bright laughter could be heard bouncing high in the air from this silly group. It danced across the fresh farmlan