Wake

“It’s been almost a year since I died,” Marigold says. “I wonder if we should get a cake?” “Don’t,” Wake says. “It’s not funny.” “Says you. I think I’m hilarious.” Wake is sitting at...

Wakeley McPhee steps off the curb and into the gutter, narrowly avoiding being hit by a cybe on a chop board as it hovers past on the sidewalk. The cybe is fortunate that Wake...