Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

sliding the thick paper package out. My thumb tapped against my index finger, measuring the weight of the cardstock. Seventy-pound weight, offset print.

“It is just old office junk from the Seattle agency,” Evelyn said, her voice rising at the end as she reached for a stack of plates. “You haven’t worked there since the nineties. Toss it.”

I unclasped continue reading …