Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

Hotel on Thursday,” I said, looking him in the eye. “You can sit with me, or you can sit with Gerald.”

Arthur stood by the door for a long second, his hand resting on the brass handle of his cane, before he turned and went out into the rain.

I waited until his car doors clicked shut and the Buick backed out of the gravel lot, its tail lights turning continue reading …