The Apartment on Winterview Avenue by Amy Elise Lyon
I ’ ve never been to this part of the city before . The buildings are ornate , as if from another time . I suppose this must be a historic district , the kind with guided walking tours . The sidewalk , however , is empty .
Bright , cold sunlight reflects off the pale buildings . The sunlight stings my eyes . I wish I had my sunglasses , the ones my mom got me for my birthday , but I must have left them behind . I wonder if Henry will keep them , or if he ’ s already thrown them away .
I squint down at my phone , verifying the address of the apartment building for the third time . For some reason , it keeps slipping from my mind . I put my phone away , internally rehearsing the address .
136 Winterview Avenue . 136 Winterview Avenue . 136 Winterview Avenue .
The rent is only $ 450 a month . When I saw the listing online , scrolling through my phone late at night while Henry slept , I searched for a flaw , something that would make the rent so low . The only flaw seemed to be that the unit has just one small window .
Well , that shouldn ’ t be a problem for me .
The wheel of my suitcase catches on a crack in the sidewalk . I tug it free .
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