Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

them on the glass counter.

“I will come back at five,” I said.

“Do you want them on poster board?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Just the heavy paper. I need to be able to roll them into a folder.”

I walked out of the shop and stood on the sidewalk for a moment, watching the traffic turn onto the highway. The fuel price on the corner sign was three dollars continue reading …