Fiction

Good Wifey

A story of what it was, and what it turned into.

Dr. Casey Lawrence
5 min readFeb 15, 2022

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Photo by Sinitta Leunen on Unsplash

TW: Domestic violence

You can’t remember the last time you went to a party. You bought a dress for this, one with long sleeves and a high neck. You should feel elegant, but you still feel like you’re playing dress-up in mommy’s closet. When you had lipstick on your teeth, he told you to get it together. Don’t embarrass him. Smile. Good wifey.

Flash —

The camera flash makes you blink away stars. Your muscles tighten where his palm is pressed against your lower back. They twitch at his touch. They remember. No one else seems to notice as they smile for the lens. Smile. Good wifey.

Flinch —

He raises his hand to point out a familiar face in the crowd. Your eye twitches, cheek smarting from a slap that happened a week ago: not today, not here, not in front of everyone. He gives you a stern look. No one else seems to see it. You look down and away, but his fingers find your chin and turn it toward him. This, they notice. He kisses you. On the outside, it looks romantic. You smile like a good wifey.

Flash —

Lightning crashed the wedding. Everyone took cover, ran for their cars. You ran together, hand in hand, for the covered porch. You…

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Dr. Casey Lawrence

Canadian author of three LGBT YA novels. PhD from Trinity College Dublin. Check out my lists for stories by genre/type.