Character Spaces

Oh you do not see, dear friend, That I am confused as well. You do not understand. The rage comes, like projectile vomit, from your keyboard. Carried along wire and RF signals, Right to my inbox. I open your message and I begin to read. The bile stops me. My stomach turns. I push away from the desk, Putting space, air, light, Between your needs and mine. When I return, I examine my options. Compose, Reply, Spam, Forward, There it is… Delete. We’ll start again another day, My angry, Precious friend.