Beginnings by Dave Malone The two grand quilting ladies leave their mark on the street— one a cigarette butt, pink with yesterday’s lips, the other a crimson handbag catching the light just so— when forty years back, she rode the Panama Limited to Chicago fresh from a divorce that never took, her elbows back on Ozark table a winter later. The smoker knows the story as much as her own— her husband a ghost running through flowerbeds she weeds out at the senior center where indoors she pokers with grace—far less lonely than any suicide king she plays. Dave Malone’s bio: “ I received my graduate degree in English from Indiana State in 1994 and later lived in the New Albany area. I no longer reside in Indiana, but I consider myself part Hoosier. My great (7th) grandmother, Mary Coughman Bridgewater, was a doctor of medicine in the early 1800s and lived at the small village of Pigeon Roost with her family. Though she lost children at the conflict
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