This is pos­si­bly a re-​post from my old web­site. I don’t remem­ber if I ever posted it.

Slap!

The sound seems to rever­ber­ate off of every sur­face, every facet, even off of the very brushes of the wind.

What did he do now? He stands rooted to the spot, twist­ing from the trunk of his being, recoil­ing from the pain and indig­na­tion that is pulses through him like the blow to his face that he now nurses. She screams at him, fero­ciously she tares yet another strip from him as she screeches far-​flung accu­sa­tions at him. He seems slightly con­fused; you can see it in his eyes.