Blog #1 - The Flight of the Finch

The day started like any other day. Finch found himself standing on the corner of 4th Avenue looking into the shaded tunnel of subway station. He hesitated before crossing the street, but crossed nonetheless, work was work, and he had to pay for his godforsaken apartment. As he descended the urine stained stairs--the escalator long since broken--he thought of his father's eyes fading out of his dream.