Write one leaf about being slapped.
“I wonder what it feels like to slap someone,” Audra wondered.
I stared at her. “I- I have no idea.”
There was something new in the room now. This something came with an air, and with this air came a smile. A grin. Suppressed laughter.
And so she slapped me. It was not hard. But it was a slap.
I stared at her. I stared at her because she kept laughing and laughing and laughing.
“What the hell?!”
She kept laughing, because it was funny. “What? What did you expect?”
“I don’t know what I was expecting.”
This is a story for us now.
