Mark closed the book he found on the bench of the locker room. He
looked at the cover, 'Assorted Poetry for the Soul'. On the inside cover,
it had a note:
To my FAVORITE cousin Jeffie,
Thanks for telling me about the contest. Look at me, I'm a published author! PS Don't tell Mattie you're my favorite, you blue haired freak!
Love,
Sam
"I see you found my book."
Mark turned around to see the younger of the Hardy Boys looking at him.
"Yeah, it was on the bench. Your cousin's Sam Hardy?"
"Yup, I entered the contest too but Sam always was the better poet.
"Contest?"
"Yeah a country wide poetry contest. Sam's my older cousin."
"Here's your book. He's some poet."
"Who?"
"Sam."
"Sam is short for Samantha, Mark."
"Well, don't I feel stupid. Tell her I say she's a great writer."
"Why don't you? Matt, Amy, and myself are going to a read where she will be participating. You can come too, if you want."
"Sure, I have a few hours to kill."
"Great, we're meeting in twenty minutes out is the garage."
Mark didn't know why, but thinking about going to see a woman he never was getting him thinking. He was never happy to be in the company of a woman since Sara left him. He permanently branded her name on his throat and she just left. His life felt incomplete without her, but thoughts of a mystery woman got him to side-track thoughts of the blond bitch.
He walked down the corridor leading to the garage. He was the three of them waiting by Jeff's Corvette.
"I think you forget I'm 6 foot 10. I can't fit in that car."
"Maybe you can follow on the bike?"
"Yeah, Same digs bikes."
"Why would that be important, Matt?"
"Oh, Sammy's a big Taker fan, I'd bet she'd get a kick out of seeing the bike."
"Well then, no problem. I should take it out before the show anyway."
"Great, just follow us. The poetry reading is in a coffee show called 'Java Joe'.
"I'll follow. Jeff's driving right?"
"You're kidding, right Mark? Matt, tell me he's kidding. I am not getting in a car with Jeff driving. I learned my lesson!"
"Why doesn't anyone like my driving?"
"Bro, it's reckless."
"What's your point?"
"If I may interject in this, if Jeff is driving, I can go a comfortable speed behind him."
"What speed would that be?"
Jeff looked at Mark and in unison they said "Over the limit."
Jeff grabbed the keys from Matt and jumped in the car. Mark started the bike with a roar. The Vette pulled out of the lot and the bike followed. Jeff kept on going faster and Mark would always keep up. The Vette stopped in front of Java Joe. Mark got off the bike and smoothed down his hair. He was thankful he got it cut, it always got bugs in it. Jeff got out of the car and ran up to a woman who was outside. She was about 5 foot 4, with reddish-brown hair, down to the mid of her back. Her jeans left little to the imagination as did her pink tank top. She had a small frame and a pair of glasses that complemented her face very well. She was gorgeous in Mark's eyes. She didn't have a chest two sizes too big like his first wife or long beautiful hair like his second. She was beautiful in her own right. Mark was snapped out of his dream like state when Matt ran up and was the next to get a hug. The biggest of all hugs came from Amy. It was almost as if it was Amy's sister, not Matt and Jeff's cousin. She went to see where her next hug was coming from and turned around and her blue eyes met with Mark's green eyes. Her jaw dropped and she looked like she saw a ghost.
"You're the… the…"
"Undertaker, yeah that's me. But most people call me Mark."
"I-I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. Well, most normal people call me Sam, then you get Jeff who calls me…"
"GEEZER!!"
Same pulled Jeff into a headlock and made him apologize. Matt, Jeff and Amy went into the shop to grab a table.
"I think you're a great poet."
"Thanks, Taker. I mean Mark."
"It's okay, a lot of people call me Taker."
"I'm sorry. I've met a lot of wrestlers, but I've never acted this way."
"What way?"
"Like an obsessed fan. You think I'm not looking directly at you because you're so tall?"
"Guess not."
"So, which poem did you read?"
"Personal Hell. Really understood where you were coming from."
"Really? You have Sara, don't you?"
"She left me as soon as the angle was over. Thought I was cheatin' on her."
"Sorry to hear that. I wrote Personal Hell when my husband left me. I loved him so much, but apparently he loved my sister even more."
"Rough. Sorry to pull this out of the blue, but why does Jeff call you Geezer?"
"Oh, I'm 32. He likes to make me feel old. It doesn't work though."
"32? Sam, you barely look 25."
"Thanks, that's really sweet."
An odd silence came between the two until one of the workers came and told her she was next.
"We better get inside. I highly recommend the coffee here. Good stuff."
"Great, I really could use a cup." *That, and a cold shower*
To my FAVORITE cousin Jeffie,
Thanks for telling me about the contest. Look at me, I'm a published author! PS Don't tell Mattie you're my favorite, you blue haired freak!
Love,
Sam
"I see you found my book."
Mark turned around to see the younger of the Hardy Boys looking at him.
"Yeah, it was on the bench. Your cousin's Sam Hardy?"
"Yup, I entered the contest too but Sam always was the better poet.
"Contest?"
"Yeah a country wide poetry contest. Sam's my older cousin."
"Here's your book. He's some poet."
"Who?"
"Sam."
"Sam is short for Samantha, Mark."
"Well, don't I feel stupid. Tell her I say she's a great writer."
"Why don't you? Matt, Amy, and myself are going to a read where she will be participating. You can come too, if you want."
"Sure, I have a few hours to kill."
"Great, we're meeting in twenty minutes out is the garage."
Mark didn't know why, but thinking about going to see a woman he never was getting him thinking. He was never happy to be in the company of a woman since Sara left him. He permanently branded her name on his throat and she just left. His life felt incomplete without her, but thoughts of a mystery woman got him to side-track thoughts of the blond bitch.
He walked down the corridor leading to the garage. He was the three of them waiting by Jeff's Corvette.
"I think you forget I'm 6 foot 10. I can't fit in that car."
"Maybe you can follow on the bike?"
"Yeah, Same digs bikes."
"Why would that be important, Matt?"
"Oh, Sammy's a big Taker fan, I'd bet she'd get a kick out of seeing the bike."
"Well then, no problem. I should take it out before the show anyway."
"Great, just follow us. The poetry reading is in a coffee show called 'Java Joe'.
"I'll follow. Jeff's driving right?"
"You're kidding, right Mark? Matt, tell me he's kidding. I am not getting in a car with Jeff driving. I learned my lesson!"
"Why doesn't anyone like my driving?"
"Bro, it's reckless."
"What's your point?"
"If I may interject in this, if Jeff is driving, I can go a comfortable speed behind him."
"What speed would that be?"
Jeff looked at Mark and in unison they said "Over the limit."
Jeff grabbed the keys from Matt and jumped in the car. Mark started the bike with a roar. The Vette pulled out of the lot and the bike followed. Jeff kept on going faster and Mark would always keep up. The Vette stopped in front of Java Joe. Mark got off the bike and smoothed down his hair. He was thankful he got it cut, it always got bugs in it. Jeff got out of the car and ran up to a woman who was outside. She was about 5 foot 4, with reddish-brown hair, down to the mid of her back. Her jeans left little to the imagination as did her pink tank top. She had a small frame and a pair of glasses that complemented her face very well. She was gorgeous in Mark's eyes. She didn't have a chest two sizes too big like his first wife or long beautiful hair like his second. She was beautiful in her own right. Mark was snapped out of his dream like state when Matt ran up and was the next to get a hug. The biggest of all hugs came from Amy. It was almost as if it was Amy's sister, not Matt and Jeff's cousin. She went to see where her next hug was coming from and turned around and her blue eyes met with Mark's green eyes. Her jaw dropped and she looked like she saw a ghost.
"You're the… the…"
"Undertaker, yeah that's me. But most people call me Mark."
"I-I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. Well, most normal people call me Sam, then you get Jeff who calls me…"
"GEEZER!!"
Same pulled Jeff into a headlock and made him apologize. Matt, Jeff and Amy went into the shop to grab a table.
"I think you're a great poet."
"Thanks, Taker. I mean Mark."
"It's okay, a lot of people call me Taker."
"I'm sorry. I've met a lot of wrestlers, but I've never acted this way."
"What way?"
"Like an obsessed fan. You think I'm not looking directly at you because you're so tall?"
"Guess not."
"So, which poem did you read?"
"Personal Hell. Really understood where you were coming from."
"Really? You have Sara, don't you?"
"She left me as soon as the angle was over. Thought I was cheatin' on her."
"Sorry to hear that. I wrote Personal Hell when my husband left me. I loved him so much, but apparently he loved my sister even more."
"Rough. Sorry to pull this out of the blue, but why does Jeff call you Geezer?"
"Oh, I'm 32. He likes to make me feel old. It doesn't work though."
"32? Sam, you barely look 25."
"Thanks, that's really sweet."
An odd silence came between the two until one of the workers came and told her she was next.
"We better get inside. I highly recommend the coffee here. Good stuff."
"Great, I really could use a cup." *That, and a cold shower*