Father Gallagher (the_hermit) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-10-24 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: current: july 10 - 16, courtenay auster, finnegan heron |
Everything is awful
Who: Finn & Court
What: Pleasant Conversation & Not Writing
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Outside Glynn
Status: Ongoing
Between the fights he’d had with his mother and Rye over the last week, by the time midday Saturday rolled around Finn was over spending time with people. Add to that the frustration and annoyance of the hushed whispers and gawking that seemed to follow him in the days after his drinks with Nico at Ceddon’s, he didn’t even have enthusiasm for being alone around other people.
That was what had driven him into the wilderness. ...Compared to his usual haunts, Heron’s book shop and home, anyway. There were several good foot paths and trails outside of the town. They led to an assortment of destinations, some of which were even lakes and streams for fishing and other similar exploits. These pursuits weren’t what Finn was after, though. He wasn’t much for outdoors, at least not for the reasons most folks ventured into the wooded areas around Glynn. Finn had been fishing a handful of times as a child, but not often. His mother had felt such activities were common (‘And what are we, farmers?’) so when his father had passed, Finn hadn’t made any efforts to continue playing at fisherman.
He did like nature, though. He found it soothing. Being out among the trees and tall grasses was peaceful in a way that the relative city of Glynn could never be. Especially since the trees and hills of the countryside were objectively pretty. If he could be depended on for nothing else, Finnegan Heron absolutely appreciated physical beauty.
Physical beauty was what he was preoccupied with at the moment. He had spread out a blanket in a small clearing just off one of the trails. The path was next to him, in his line of sight, and he was stretched out on the blanket writing in one of his countless notebooks.
His mission for the day was to complete a few writing exercises. Writing about the natural beauty that surrounded him would, hopefully, be sufficient to keep him from stressing too much about recent unnecessarily dramatic events, his friend’s crazy sister, and the date he had planned for that evening.