Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

her hand. The metal was heavy and cold.

“This gives you the right to sell it to Gerald,” I said.

“It gives me the right to clear the debt,” she said, her eyes shifting to the bank clock on the wall.

I signed my name on the bottom line, the blue ink spreading slightly into the soft paper.

Evelyn took the paper from the counter before the ink was dry, blowing continue reading …