Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

on his gold signet ring.

I walked to the center of the room where the polished mahogany table sat under the high window.

I slid the unsigned settlement back across the polished mahogany table.

The hallway of the St. Jude care center in north Seattle smelled of floor wax and soft peach air freshener.

Helen looked smaller than she had in the nineties, her continue reading …