Not the typical Seabird post, but I enjoyed this short story by Caleb Crain on New York apartments, grad school, and new life chapters, with an unexpected macabre finish.
Unit One
The building, a brick row house, was only a few blocks from the subway, and Amy got there first. A rose had been left on the stoop, laid vertically on the slanting top of one of the stubby walls that descended on either side of the steps. Against the soft old auburn sandstone, the velvet petals almo...
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