Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

paper.

He laid it in the center of the mahogany table and placed his silver Parker pen beside it.

“We can make it even simpler than a stipend,” Gerald said. “A lump sum. Thirty thousand dollars, paid by the end of the week.”

I stepped closer to the table, the paper smooth and heavy under the light. I did not touch the pen. My eyes went continue reading …