Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

said, my voice steady despite the cold tightness in my chest. “Arthur and you took the final mechanicals to the client, but the original sketch came from my drafting table.”

“You have a very selective memory,” Gerald said, pocketing his white handkerchief. “And you seem to have forgotten the document you signed when you left the agency.continue reading …