Chapter 13
Mark's Supportive Silliness
Mark, ever supportive, tries to understand Sarah's poetry. His well-meaning but often clueless reactions provide comedic relief and, unknowingly, more inspiration for Sarah's verses.
Mark, bless his cotton socks and perpetually slightly-too-short trousers, was determined to understand Sarah’s newfound poetic passion. He’d observed her hunched over her laptop, a faint smile playing on her lips, the click-clack of the keys a new rhythm in their usually cacophonous household. He’d seen the little notebooks stashed away, the scribbled lines that looked suspiciously like… well, like poetry. And while he couldn’t quite grasp the why of it all, he was Sarah’s biggest cheerleader. Or, at least, her most enthusiastic, albeit slightly bewildered, fan.
“So,” he began one Tuesday evening, perched precariously on the edge of the kitchen counter while Sarah attempted to coax a semblance of order from a mountain of laundry, “this poetry thing. It’s… good, right?” He gestured vaguely with a spatula, narrowly missing a precariously balanced stack of clean plates.
Sarah sighed, wrestling a rogue sock into submission. “It’s… something, Mark. It’s a way of… processing.”
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