— Poetry, prose, and who knows … from the pen of Matthew H. Freeman —
  • Ménage à Trois

        “And he asked him, ‘What is thy name?’ And he saith unto him, ‘My name is Legion; for we are many.’” — Mark 5:9

        Within the heart and soul of the perfect lover lay the disembodied spirits of suitors past; constant reminders of the deserved fate awaiting unworthy callers.

        “Are the stars out tonight?
        I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
        ‘Cause I only have eyes…”

        Vivian smiles, as if prompted, at the sound of the ringtone. “I’m sorry. Just a second,” she says, motioning to the tune and noticeable vibration emitting from her handbag. “It’s Tim.”
        Charlotte waves off the apology. “Take your time, girlfriend. If that was my man, I’d never hang up.” Charlotte has always been envious of Vivian and Tim’s relationship. It’s as if they walked straight out of a fairy tale, she often muses.
        Vivian slides her finger quickly across the glass surface of her phone and answers. “Hey, sweetheart.”
        “Viv! Hey! Just wanted to let you know I’ll be working late, love. I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to cook for one tonight.”
        The voice on the other end is loud enough, enthusiastic enough in its apologetic tone, to overhear. Charlotte knows Vivian wouldn’t mind, anyway, so she listens intently between sips of tea; her eyes fixed on her best friend’s in order to gauge reaction.
        “Don’t worry about it, Tim. There’s always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and—”
        “I know, baby. I know. I just feel as if we’ve been spending too little time together, lately.”
        “Oh, you. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,” she says, blushing slightly as she winks at Charlotte across the booth.
        “You bet I will. Alright, I have to go; break’s over. I’ll call you from the road when the shift’s over.”
        “Be safe, sweetie. I love you.”
        “I love you, too. Muaaaaah
        “Aww. Aren’t you two adorable,” says Charlotte. What, seven years now and still going strong? How do you do it?”
        Vivian laughs softly. “With two kids and both of us working full time? Alcohol. That and a heaping helping of Viagra.”
        Charlotte’s eyes widen. “I’ll be sure to stock up on both. Of course, it won’t do me any good if I don’t find a man worth keeping. Are you sure Tim doesn’t have a brother? I’d settle for a half-brother at…” She trails off as the phone rattles impatiently on the table before her.
        “Baby let me love you down
        There’s so many ways to—”

        “Shit.” Vivian’s eyes turn cold and immediately fall on the phone. Her hands nearly beat her eyes to the target as she slides to answer. She looks intently at Charlotte and holds one finger up, asking for a moment, then to her lips, begging for silence.
        Charlotte decides to take this moment to grab a refill and slides her way from the hard plastic seat of the booth. “Be right back,” she whispers.

        “Oh, you naughty boy.” Vivian’s face is bright red as Charlotte appears at the edge of the table. “Gotta go. I’ll be right over.” Vivian ends the call hurriedly and the distinctive digitized click plays from the phone’s speaker.
        Charlotte shifts her weight, placing one hand on her hip, her cup in the other, tipping towards her friend. “What was that all about? Something you wanna tell me, Vee?”
        “Oh, that,” says Vivian, clearly flustered. “That was Tim. He was able to get off work, after all. Great, huh?”
        “Oh, that was Tim, huh? Two minutes later and with a different ringtone? Do I have ‘Dumb’ written on my forehead, girl?”
        “Trust me. There’s nothing to be concerned about,” says Vivian, standing and collecting her cup and napkin. “I need to get going, though. It was great to see you, sis.” She leans in for a hug. Charlotte is uneasy, but embraces her.
        “Uh huh. You just be sure I don’t catch you messin’ around on that man of yours or I might just swoop in and claim him for my own,” says Charlotte. She smiles and winks and proceeds to walk Vivian to her car.

        Knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.
        “Who’s there?”
        “It’s Vivian. Let me in.”
        “One second!” Quick footsteps can be heard shuffling toward the door. The door swings inward and a man stands at the entrance wearing a red silk robe. “Mmm mmm. I’ve been waiting for you, hot stuff. What took so long?”
        “Traffic on the highway, daddy. Are you gonna let me in or am I going to freeze out here?” Vivian opens her overcoat slightly, revealing a matching set of red lace lingerie.
        “Va va voom, vivacious Vee. Come right in and let’s see if we can get you into something a little more comfortable.”
        “I thought you’d never ask,” says Vivian. She walks in, drops her handbag on a pedestal, and makes a bee line for the kitchen. She reappears seconds later with a can of whipped cream in one hand and her panties twirling around her index finger in the other. “Time for dinner, wouldn’t you say?”
        “I can always count on you to provide something good to eat after a long day at work,” says Tim, eagerly following his wife up the stairs.
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    Prompt: “Write about a woman who loves two men in different ways. One, her partner, who treats her like a goddess, and another a fated, magnetic lover she cannot escape.” by: mslabyrinth.

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