Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

me.”

“Or someone is trying to keep you stuck in nineteen ninety-two,” she said, her voice rising as she turned toward the hallway. “I am going to start on the attic boxes.”

She walked out before I could answer, her quick steps disappearing up the stairs.

At eight that evening, Clara came across the gravel driveway carrying a small ceramic continue reading …