Editor’s Note: We are pleased to welcome our first fiction contributor, 19-year-old Mustafa Abubaker, from Atlanta, Georgia.
Street lights blind Mohsin as he makes his way home. It’s late. Fumbling for a cigarette, he pauses, glances around and thinks to himself if he disappeared without a trace, who would notice? His parents? They passed some time ago. His wife? Funny. No children, either, as far he knows. The Blue Camel Crush glows, he takes one step further towards cancer, relinquishes the self-control he’s feigned for a grand total of nine Suns and takes a seat on a bench nearby. It’s so cold that his breath and the smoke exhaled mix together in cohesion, forming a misty cloud in sharp contrast to the beige sidewalk.
