Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

“It is just a standard copy, Martha,” he said, his gravelly voice dry as he cleared his throat. “The agency printed thousands of these for the nineteen ninety-two marketing kits.”

He reached for his blue porcelain cup, but his hand shook, the dark coffee spilling over the rim and pooling on the clean vellum.

“A printer does not capture continue reading …