Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

the shaky blue ink of my signature.

It looked exactly like my handwriting, but my mind was a blank slate, offering no memory of the pen in my hand.

I stood there in the quiet parlor, staring at my own name written in shaky blue ink on the document copy.

By ten o’clock the next morning, the shaky copy of that listing agreement was lying on the green felt continue reading …