from the short story "The Slap," by Steven Millhauser
I love this story (and knew I would from the very start).
"One September evening when Walter Lasher returned from the city after a hard day's work and was walking to his car in the station parking lot, a man stepped out from between two cars, walked up to him, and slapped him hard in the face. Lasher was so startled that he did not move. The man turned and briskly walked away."
"One September evening when Walter Lasher returned from the city after a hard day's work and was walking to his car in the station parking lot, a man stepped out from between two cars, walked up to him, and slapped him hard in the face. Lasher was so startled that he did not move. The man turned and briskly walked away."
posted by melilotnfosco | 7:09 PM
6 Comments:
was it a slap bet, like marshall and barney have?
i don't know yet. all i can think is i so want to do that.
What on earth is this that you're reading? I hope there's more to it... (and that you share)
I bet I can guess who you want to do that too. :) But I also prayed about that situation today. :)
thank you. and yes, i'd like to do it to the bossman. but i've always thought it would be fun to slap someone. it would make me feel so much better about life. :)
and i can't share much more than this, cuz it's a short story, not a novel, so it would give too much away.
True. But there is a point then? I kinda wanna slap certain guys sometimes... well, no, there are some girls I'd like to slap too. Then again, I probably deserve a slap every now and then and wouldn't like to get one.
if this guy randomly came up to me and slapped me and walked away, i'd probably be mad, and my cheek would hurt, but i think it wouldn't take me long to start laughing and be totally jealous that he had the nerve to do it.
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