Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

my hand inside the cupboard, the cup suspended an inch above the wood.

“Which one?” I asked.

“The old Volvo,” she said.

I placed the second cup beside the first, leaving a precise two-inch gap between them, measuring the distance with my eye.

“He loved that car,” I said.

“He said the bus was easier now,” Clara said.

We unpacked the remaining four cups in continue reading …