Picture it and write – Three Heads

Ermilia’s Picture it & write  (Sunday 7th September, 2014)

Once again here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story (or poem) to accompany an image presented on their blog.

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It reminded him of her. Yeah; right down to having three heads.

The first was loving, gracious and charming.

The second; fierce, competitive and aggressive.

The third? Well, let’s just say it had a way of biting through the other two.

Yeah; it sure did.

It bit through all the niceties, all the grace, the charm.

It fought harder to win than the second head; and that was aggressive enough.

Yeah, that third head could eat you up and spit you out in one second.

Mean, nasty, foul; with a hint of torturous, maniacal, mouth watering pleasure oozing from her tasty lips.

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Seems I love all three; the wench.

Yeah; seems I can’t do without all three.

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Ah well; better to savour every inch of her, than none at all.

The wench.

 

Carolyn Page

37 comments

    1. Indeed, Resa. I believe we all have all 3 heads. Some more of one than the other. Some less, some with all 3 equal; some with two with more…
      Hahaaa, my sweet Resa. We needed only one more head to have a head for all seasons, to be sure! 😀
      xoxoxo

    1. Hahaaa, Mel. Just as long as we control them, and not vice versa… I shudder at the thought of some of my ‘not so nice’ thoughts finding their way into my relationships. Yep; better to keep some thoughts to myself, me thinks… After all, I do enjoy having friends… 😀

    1. How true, Joe.
      I adore my man, and could just eat him up at times.
      Then there’s other times when I wish someone would!
      Hahaaa, Joe. That’s the human condition alright.
      Best to have a sense of humour about it, I believe.. 😀

    1. Oh, Trisha; cover your eyes. You should not be reading such as this. You are far too beautiful, sweet and tender to have a mean bone in your body. Though I think, Trisha, we all have the ability to be all that and more. It’s what we choose to do with it that’s important, and makes us what we are. You, my sweet, choose the highest, that’s for certain, my sweet friend… 🙂

      1. i have too many mean bones in my body, starting with a fierce temper 🙂
        sky high ego

        I have always believed that most women are far sweeter and better than me but being smug I am not even the least interested to change- after all this helped me sail through the choppy oceans. 🙂

        If I start to compare my mean bones with my good bones the mean bones will have the laugh of their lives 🙂

        I hope you dont really imagine that I am a meek lamb 🙂 or a sweet gentle flower blooming in heaven’s garden!

        1. Hahahaaaaaaa, I do love you, Trisha….
          You could not be the writer of such in depth vision were it not for your diverse character.
          Absolutely not. No, no, no, I say with a smile that hurts my face. You astound me with your complexity. You tickle every nerve in my body with your eloquent wisdom. You are a variety unto yourself.
          Hahahaaaa, Trisha. I adore you…. 😀

    1. Hahaaaa, Kim… 😉 I believe we all have little bits of this one’s personality lurking within – it’s just that some of us have more command over the nasties…
      And off I go on my broomstick… Hehehe… 😎

    1. Thank You so much, Sam.
      I feel that’s human nature to do that. We all know we have faults, and (for the most part) accept the faults within ourselves, and others. We’d be a sorry bunch if we didn’t! We’d have to get used to living alone, otherwise; and that’s certainly not for me…! 😉 😉

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