Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

him sitting in the booth with his red ceramic mug and the silver pen.

At four in the afternoon, the sun was low over the cedar trees in my old yard. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, its metal ramp resting on the gravel.

Evelyn was standing near the porch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was checking her wristwatch every few continue reading …