Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

curve of a blue handle.

“I thought these were left in the garage in Olympia,” I said.

“Arthur brought them by my place three nights ago,” Clara said, reaching into the crate to lift the first cup.

The blue porcelain coffee cup was heavy, its glaze slightly duller than it had been when we bought the set in the spring of ninety-eight.

I took it from her,continue reading …