Wrong Porch, Right Now
My name is Gerald, I am fifty-four years old, and until eight months ago I lived a life of quiet dignity in a suburb where the only thing…
Dry and wry loving wives stories
Stories in Loving Wives tagged dry and wry, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 19 to 28 minutes. Writers to know: Meridian Harbor, Quartz Pen and Line of Slate. Readers usually start with “Wrong Porch, Right Now” and “Stranded at Midnight”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Dry and wry loving wives stories, ranked by readers
01 02 Stranded at Midnight
Silas Rogers was forty-four years old and he was crouched behind a vending machine in a half-empty airport terminal in the middle of…
03 Tamale Surprise
The dry spell had hit three months.
04 Thursday Night Distraction
I want to start by saying I'm twenty-eight years old, I've been married for five years, and I spend my weekdays telling other couples how…
05 Jealous Janitor Gets Trapped
I been a janitor for eleven years and I never once thought the job would follow me home like this.
06 The Second Shot
He'd been thinking about the anniversary for three weeks straight.
07 Key Exchange
I parked the Mustang across the street and killed the engine.
08 The Doorbell Rings Twice
A chocolate tour in Belgium.
09 A Regular Thing
I'd been looking forward to that Friday all week, and I will state that plainly before anything else gets complicated.
10 The Third Between Us
Dina told me about Carla on our third date, back when she was twenty-one and I was twenty-two, and I have thought about that story more…
11 A debt of grace
There are four years of casseroles behind this story, so I suppose I ought to start there.
12 The Wandering Hand
*This one started with an image of a woman watching her husband through glass, not sure what she wanted to find.
13 Faculty Lounge
The faculty lounge at Walnut Grove Community College smelled like burnt coffee and old carpet, and I was sitting in it alone at…
14 The Trolley Barn Mix-Up
The trolley barn sits on the edge of Larkwood like an old man at a party, and I've been trimming the hedges along its north wall every…