Status Updates From Corri, Coniglio

"Rabbit pauses in the sunless vestibule, panting. Overhead, a daytime bulb burns dustily. Three ton mailboxes hang empty above a brown radiator. His downstairs neighbor's door across the hall is shut like a hurt face. There is a smell which is always the same but that he can never identify; sometimes it seems cabbage cooking, sometimes the furnace's rusty breath, sometimes something soft decaying in the walls."