The Ski Lift Stop
I want to start by saying I'm twenty-four years old, I've been married for a year and a half, and I work as a zookeeper, which is a fancy…
Stories in Loving Wives tagged funny and chatty, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 18 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Scarlet Atlas, The Scarlet Prologue and Quartz Pen. Readers usually start with “The Ski Lift Stop” and “The Shepherd's Pie Bid”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I want to start by saying I'm twenty-four years old, I've been married for a year and a half, and I work as a zookeeper, which is a fancy…
The pie auction happens every February at the Shady Rest Motel, out at the edge of the sheep country, and I have been going to it for the…
Lara stood at the bar of the Blue Heron with her second gin and tonic getting warm in her hand, and she was doing the thing she hated…
My name's Marshall Wayne, I'm forty-three years old, and I've been teaching high school history for long enough that I can grade a stack…
Fair week again.
"You're telling me you spent six weeks with a bunch of retired dentists and you didn't even hit the beach?"
The whole thing started because my wife bought new heels.
Let me tell you how it started, because it started with a sandwich board, of all things.
*This one is for anyone who ever wondered what happens when the fantasy meets the oil-stained floor.
The Willow Creek Farmers Market always affected me.
I was twenty-four years old and I was storming through the crew break room at Midlands Regional like a woman with a grudge and a legal case.
*This one came from thinking about how debts between old friends can get very interesting when there's chemistry that never got resolved.
I'm thirty-four years old and I have built my whole life out of sensible choices, the way a mason builds a wall, one flat stone at a time…
Bradly Horton was, by his own admission, the most sensible man in the whole state of Oregon.
Let me tell you how my week went sideways, because it started with a thump.
Samson Ruiz was thirty-five years old, and on a Saturday morning in April he stood in the middle of his own living room holding a drywall…