A Bullet's Haze
EilisF for Genevieve Hughsmith
she/her, late 40s at least, straight
Gen is the landlord of both Joseph and Emmanuel's flats. She owns a basement filled with creepy dolls and likes to collect many things as she can be very sentimental. It's hard to tell if she is an introvert or an extrovert as she just does not care. She is a single mom to a teenage boy and holds a very bad relationship with her dead husband's family as they all believe she killed him. She has the ability to go coco loco but we have yet to experience it. (if there were to be a season 2 she would play a much more prominent role). She likes classical music and fire and tends to say whatever's on her mind unless she's hiding something. As well as being a landlord, she also works as a banker.
There is a hole in my floor. Small and unnoticeable to guests it nags at my mind alone. It hides in the corner and crumbles ever so slowly. Enticing. At first I thought it was best to ignore it. You know, out of sight out of mind. But to my kitten, it was a new space to explore, fishing paws down curiously every other hour in hopes of digging a prize out of the mysterious dark abyss. Though it was dark and lifeless he still found interest in the ever growing hole so I thought it best to cover it with a bookshelf. That way temptation was gone and I wouldn't have to spend hours eying a problem that was out of my control.
It had seemed like a smart idea at the time. Harmless and fixable. But you see that was over a month ago now, and my issues have not been resolved.
When Leaf began staring aimlessly at the bookshelf naturally I assumed it was because I had moved it. I had only had him a few months at that point so he was still becoming adjusted to my flat and so the new unfamiliarity of the whole situation had him slightly on edge. I have a hard enough time reading humans so you could say reading cats isn’t exactly my speciality either but from what I could tell, he was happy and healthy, and we got along well. I had left it at kitten’s curiosity and let him continue to stare off into space as much as his little heart desired. Perhaps that was my first mistake.
(voicemail)
This is Gen Hughsmith. If you aren’t my husband’s family, feel free to leave a message after the beep. But if you are? Stay away!
(thinking)
I wouldn’t know. Our cell tower was damaged in the most recent storm. It has only officially been repaired as of last night. Between here and the bank is only a ten minute walk so I can’t say I’ve travelled out far enough recently to catch a signal.
