MIKAEL AWAKE’s fiction has appeared in Juked, Witness, Callaloo, and other places. He works in Manhattan and lives with his wife in Brooklyn
FEB 2013 | Fiction
The day was just beginning its slow collision into night when I stepped outside that morning, the sky still a deep blue, the air fresh and powdery-smelling, suggesting babies. I was feeling newborn myself: new thermos, new tie, new manila folders inside a new leather satchel.