Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Chasm in Our Midst
He gingerly and affectionately laid his head down on her lap. She looked down at him. “You need to clean your ears out and your scalp looks inflamed.” He winced and sat back up, not responding with any words. She was critical in every way thinkable, even when he pretended she wasn’t. He liked to pretend like he was this perfect man that could do everything right. He liked to pretend that he was ripped from head to toe, that he always smelled amazing, that he always had a witty response, that he was athletic, stoic but sensitive, outgoing but reserved too, kind but definitely not a pushover, outdoorsy but also quick to do as many house chores as possible too. Cleaning the cat litter up from the laundry room was especially important. Although, he couldn’t do too many house chores some days because that would make her feel guilty, or like she wasn’t needed. He tried to do, and be, everything that would be just right.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
