
The Spy Game by Ivana Mestrovic
He used to draw me maps. He liked a black felt tip to make his mark a heavy line but flexible and when new satisfyingly saturated with ink. I became an expert at decoding topography finding the links between points where we rendezvoused— only later understandingthat that he gave me a mapbecause I was traveling alone. Continue reading The Spy Game by Ivana Mestrovic