Picture: Having Loved and Lost

She rocks back, forth, back and forth – a pendulum. Her hair trodden from the sullen cloud permanently fixed above. The red needle on the yellowed clock reads 7:56 a.m. and every morning the phone rings. “Hello?” Wrong number. Some old man trying to reach Garrison Keillor – but she listens. “I got a story,”…

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