Stories tagged marriage

Tradition

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It is New Year’s Day and I feel swollen with sorrow, the way a corpse swells in water. I can almost see the liquid seeping from my shoes when I walk, hear the squish, squish sound of my feet moving across the kitchen floor

Husks

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She would have moved on to the next guy in the next bar, the one who looked like danger on a stick.

Mushroom Like a Pile of Ears

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1979This is what Cheryl Brown thought as she stood out in front of her newly minted Colonial in Bloomington Estates: that her husband Matthew was a beautiful person. If he had been born a cardinal, everything would have been fine, because as the male…

You Only Get One Question

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Before the wife knows it, she’s renting motel rooms for us to sneak away. She feels so alive that she’s practically vibrating, like a high-school girl right before a date with the town bad boy.

A Little Fictional Heat

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She owned a restaurant in the desert that had copper kites pinned to the walls. There were other things too that filled the room—flies and couples who sat at low-lit tables on their desert evening date. The three cooks had the same hairdo—stiff little Mohican…

CHOICE

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You make all the lists.

Trip

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Our smiles are so much older than photographs suggest.

Texan American Fairy Tale

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I'm not a wife but a cipher.

Out of the Question

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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"

Tourists

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someone left graffiti on the billboard over: "God's a hard act to follow"; the one that made the news

So Comes Love

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Her students read their work aloud in class, haltingly, sometimes proudly, and their willingness amazed Miriam. They were immigrants and retirees, carpenters, security guards, Indian nannies, Iranian escapees. She loved their odd word choices, the lack of editorial impulse.…

We're The Atwoods

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I remember a time when Calvin, my husband, was like Winnie the Pooh and I was a jar of fine Provençal honey. No amount of my sweetness could satisfy his craving for me. He would spread me on his toast with butter at breakfast and mix me with peanut butter

A Thin Piece of Something

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Last week, Beatrice told Rick she doesn’t want to marry him because why should they need an antiquated religious ceremony to validate their love for each other? But really it is because she does not love him. They both know this, but only deeply. They do

Stuck Shut

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I’m leaving him, soon as these flowers die.

Wedlock

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It turned out they were both children of church men.