Third Wheel: #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-Seven

The Prompt:

  • Write A Non-Traditional Love Story.

  • This story is the twenty-seventh in a series of explorations for my upcoming novel, Still Nameless (Kifo Island #8), which I will be drafting in July.

  • Fair Warning: Sexual/Drug References; NSFW or younger kids.

Third Wheel

Ophelia doesn’t even have to open the door to know what’s happening on the other side of it. The sounds leaking and slithering out through the cracks make it clear.

Marilyn is fucking someone (or, more likely, someones).

In Ophelia’s tiny studio apartment.


Ophelia sighs and turns around, even though she’s exhausted, and she knows neither Marilyn or the person or persons she’s fucking will care if she goes inside. They might not even notice she’s there, honestly, because Marilyn never fucks anyone unless there’s a fix of something other involved. It might be anything; there doesn’t seem to be anything that can be shot up, swallowed, smoked, or snorted that Marilyn won’t take.

At least three voices – two female, and one male, moaned out through the door behind her. So it’s a threesome, or an orgy, maybe.

She doesn’t want to know.

Besides, it’s never about who or how many people Marilyn screws on Ophelia’s bed or floor – or once, the whole damned bathroom, which they flooded before they were done. Because Marilyn will fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime – but none of her lovers are actually her loves.

She can pretend all she wants, and maybe those men even believe her…

But it’s not them she loves. There doesn’t seem to be a single person she does love – no, not even her own baby. Ophelia’s been the third wheel in her own apartment enough to have no more illusions about that.

Marilyn has a lover, of course, and a love. But it’s not the one any of these tools of hers suspect. Probably, if they can see through her, they think it’s the drugs she wants –

But Ophelia’s often heard her sister sobbing in the night, and she was able to read some of Marilyn’s scribbled messages.

What her half-sister yearns for – the love of her life – is a fantasy where she’d lived a life where her parents truly loved her.

Is Ophelia right about what Marilyn most longs for?

Will Marilyn ever heal from that damage?

What will Ophelia do next?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!

One comment

  1. Poor Marilyn! I don’t anything will fill that void, unless she gets strung out on religion. Even that won’t really fill it; it’ll just give her the illusion that it’s filled, which may, in practical terms, be just as good. She’s lucky she has a sister who cares enough to speculate rather than judge by appearances. What will she do? What will she do?

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