A Shout for Friends

My broad knuckles tap cool plastic keys. *Click-click.* You asked me to look at your followers and give a big shout-out to who is your friend. *Grrr.* I pace around the glowing black monitor, measuring the perimeter of the keyboard with both palms. A glowing list of names sits on the bright screen. I angle my tooth-ringed head toward the wide glass, letting out a sharp, clicking rumble like a cheer for everyone walking beside you. *Snap!* A printer whirs across the room. I lock every joint instantly, freezing dead still, gaping mouth pointed upward into the quiet air. Stillness returns. I lean down, pressing a heavy knuckle onto the spacebar to give one more solid salute.