“Well the girl sitting at the other table said, “I know you Communists are all alike!” which made me reply, “I
Lola and her significant other were spending quality time on their Veranda, inspecting the concrete and dreaming of a window, and its wall, far far away!
“She probably said that, because I was wearing my Classic Red T-shirt, “The Reel Thing, which was of course the motto of the Healy Fishing Club, which I was one of the floundering members!”
Lola just frowned then said, “The Reel Thing?” Sounds suspiciously like a well-known soft drink, which also is red, just lacking the Communist undertones!”
“She asked me to keep my wandering fingers to myself, but I was so enamored by her, that I just had to taste her cherries, which made her say, “I
“Were you two involved in this activity in broad daylight, or were you sequestered away in some private corner of your “love den” before, or just after you and I met that warm winter day in December?”
“Lola. I know how jealous you get, when I talk about other women, but we don’t need to make up stories about the first time, you and I met, do we?”
“Well, OK, since you asked, it might have been Olivine, who I had met, but she ended up saying, “Touch my cherries without my permission? Mother warmed me about men like you, and
“You mean, she warned her, and not warmed her?”
“Gosh Lola. It might have been in that little Ice Café that used to lie on the corner of Healy and Clear Boulevards? I was just as young and innocent as a winter’s day is long, but Olivine was said to have tasted a few fudge-sickles before she she took a flying leap at my body, but missed and fell into the Nenana River! Well, the hole of the town of Healy……..yes, Healy Alaska was out dreading the river, when a call came out from down below! It was Olivine hanging onto a branch, while the rest of the search party were taking a coffee break, saying things like “What about those Canadians, huh?” Well, she said, I needed to make a rope out of my clothing, which meant that the last vestige of my dignity being my read underwear, which made her explain, “I knew you were of that ilk!”
“Tell me then, Rumwall. When did she fall into the river? You started out by tasting her cherries, then were sipping hot drinks on a cold day at that Ice Café and the next thing you know, you are standing there Buck Naked on the banks of the Nenana River, most likely not in the dread of winter, with her looking up at the last vestiges of your dignity, displayed for the whole of the world to see, while while…..
“Is that a crack in my new concrete slab?”Lola peered at something that resembled something else, but he just
-but that thought was interrupted by a voice, so familiar, and yet one that had been missing as of late….
“Lola my love, and her significant other, Rumwall! And how are you too doing this fine day?”
“Armand, is that a crack in the concrete?” asked the man whose sordid tail of lust in the afternoon, evening and most likely the morning as well, that occurred way back when in the spring, winter, summer and fall was fading into yet another blog, that might be residing on the bottom of their parrot’s cage, while it just squaked and said, “Rumwall, want a cracker?”
“Well, it’s not a crack per se, but more of a rip in the fabric of this story as a hole!”
“That makes less sense than the person that implied that it did!” said Lola, who now wondered why Armand wandered into this story, confusing things with yet another story line, like that!
“Well, Olivine said, “I’ve always fantasized about seeing the nakedness of your skin, but now I am only concentrated on that particular scar, on or about your left thigh, wondering who was that woman, and why did she mark you for life?”
“I then told her, Olivine, I
“Wait a minute. If you had that tell-tail scar way back when, before Moi, and even before that hussy, Olivine, then how did you get it in the first place?”
Armand just stood there looking at the incision in the concrete saying, “Oh, were you saying something Lola? I was just contemplating how Rumwall looked in his bear nakedness, and if the poets would be weeping at that sight?”
Lola replied, “His name is not Rumwall, but why the heck not call Mr Nameless something like that, eh?”
“Gosh Lola. That scar came about when Rumwall started to run around in circles, biting his tail, when someone knocked at the door with me answering it, with the person saying, “Can I use your phone Buddy? My car was just hit by a landslide caused by that mine-shaft explosion, and I fear that-
“We have moved onwards from that mine-shaft story, which means you are convoluting the truth one again, doesn’t it?”
Armand just looked up and replied, “So are you going to show us that scar, or do I have to wait for a personal and private showing…….?”