This is entry one-five-eight for Genie Morman. Time stamp 02:41. Location: her apartment, third floor, no windows. Genie has agreed to speak again, provided we don’t use the letter ‘S’ after midnight.
Un-remember how?
I’m not lying.
(long pause) Interesting thing number 158 is that every person has a smell when they lie. Not sweat. Not soap. Something older. The smell of a key turning in a lock that was never meant to be opened. You, for example—you smell like burnt cinnamon and wet plaster right now. Genie Morman Interesting 158
(soft hum, then a click like a tongue against teeth) You remembered. Most forget. Then I have to make them un-remember. This is entry one-five-eight for Genie Morman
Here’s a short creative piece for — imagined as a found document, an audio log entry, or a case file from an archivist of the strange. Title: Genie Morman Interesting 158 Type: Audio transcript / Field report Date of recording: ██/██/████ Subject: Genie Morman Designation: Interesting-158 [BEGIN LOG] Genie has agreed to speak again, provided we