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…
Stories in Loving Wives tagged rivals, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 19 to 25 minutes. Writers to know: The Oak Crossing, Thorn Fable and The Fern Poet. Readers usually start with “Wrong Porch, Right Now” and “The Second Shot”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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…
He'd been thinking about the anniversary for three weeks straight.
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My name is Herbert Lincoln, I'm 44 years old, and I want to tell you about the strangest thing I ever did out of love.
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I walked into The Rusty Tap at 8:42 on a Tuesday night in late October, and I know it was 8:42 because I checked my phone on the sidewalk…
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 finished my last walk-through of the hotel at eleven fifteen and texted Bess that the bar was still open.
The fluorescent lights in the ballroom of the Marriott Grand hummed the way they always do at these things, and I sat there in the third…
Jared Norton was twenty-four years old, and he had learned to be patient in hallways.