Picture it and write from ermiliablog@wordpress
Write a paragraph of fiction to accompany the image.
Or, it can be a poem
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911: Lips on Fire
Somebody called the Fire Department?
Yeah, Chief.
Hot lips Hooligan? Is that you?
Yeah, Chief McCarthy. It’s me.
Where’s the fire?
Where do you think it is Chief?
Listen, Hot Lips, I’m not in the mood for games.
Games, you? Oh no, I know you’re deadly serious.
So where’s the fire, sugar?
Right here, McCarthy. Can’t you see the smoke coming from my lips?
And you’ll be needing me to put it out?
As always, Chief. Time to kiss my Blarney Lips.
A Little Background on McCarthy
McCarthy (Mac Carthaigh) “loving person” This sept is most prevalent in County Cork. The famous Blarney Castle was built by the McCarthys. Cormac McCarthy lived in the castle at the time he was avoiding submission to Queen Elizabeth’s rule. He did so by writing evasive answers to her letters demanding he submit. Thus began the legend of “kissing the Blarney Stone”. Doing so would endow a person with the gift of evasive and eloquent speech. From The Irish Path (http://www.the-irish-path.com/irish-last-names.html)
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Witty and cute! I loved the ‘As always, Chief’ part. Great work. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
– Ermisenda
Thanks.
I got fired up…
Randy
I enjoyed the banter… A really good read..!
yeah, thank you,
the smokin’ bitch is really something else; you can always tell when they’re trouble; ya know?
You sort of get all done in.
Yeah; so I’ve heard… wink wink…. 😉
This is cute. I like the little background on McCarthy too.
thank you.
I also like your chick-lit (cigarette-lit- wise) story.
Mine was smoking on the back of the bus (metro bus, not school bus. In NYC it was metro buses back then) on the way home from school
but I can’t remember any of us worrying about our parents smelling it.
chick-lit 🙂 Nice.