A comma, coughs: br br “Just git to the point br ...willya! ” br br The question br (quick off the mark) br parenthetically exclaims: br br “Oh...why don’t we...! ” br br “Shaddup! ” br snarl some shifty looking characters. br br The question mark br shaddups! br br “Alright, alright, alright! ” br yell the quotation marks br br “Keep your Caps. Lock on br ... for gawds sake! ” br br An exclamation mark spits br almost in italics br and underlines in bold just what it has said. br br “Just because you are upper case br doesn’t mean you can br look down on us lower letters! ” br br “You wouldn’t treat us this way br if the human was here! ” br (they say in an WHATEVER HAPPEN TO BABY JANE way) br br A group of letters tremble br (trapped in brackets) br br “Ah…but he isn’t here...is he? ” br br The Upper Cases mock and jeer. br br Just then I return br br to find br everything br br quiet br br as the words br I left on the page br br when I went out. br br I sip the hot tea br (Earl Grey for me) br br trying desperately to find something to write about br ...but can’t! br br The words just won’t talk to me! br br I pack it in for the night br br convinced I can hear br the tiny voices br br of words...words br but where..