The Little Red Cloud Came Calling

[Robert Crisman]

L'amea made intros and told me that "Douglas is quite the oldest thing on the block--"

"Yes indeed," Douglas said, fanned himself, laughed.

"Tell him how old you are, honey."

"Oh, I don't know, a thousand years maybe, they hadn't come up with calendars yet, and all I know is, you white people hadn't showed up, thanks be to heaven, and you are so loud, and it was so peaceful back then."

Douglas--I wouldn't have dared call him Doug--was, it turned out, a Canadian Native, a Cree or one of their forebears, who'd come to the change late in life one fine day when he got between a grizzly bear and her cubs.

"So stupid," he said, "just like a white man or one of his goats, but, there we were, and she had her way, and honey, those were not love bites she left on my neck and this was quite the short-term affair that went on forever, and I tried to tell her I don't swing that way, and finally, finally the girl got tired and spit me out, sort of, to bleed myself white as L'amea for all my past sins, and there I lay near Miss Death by a stream in those woods till that little red cloud that we know so well came and took me away from all that..."

[Mike Handley]

What Angela said, and I'd give you a sip any day.

[Kristine_ES]

Robert, the line "you white people...you are so loud" ... inspired. feels like i need to write something about that. 

curious about the red cloud.

[Angela]

Douglas's evolution sounds like a novel itself.  Laughed out loud at the reference to calendars.

[Robert Crisman]

@Gita: What are you worried about? All I usually take is a little sip.

[Gita]

If you are ever made into an immortal, Robert dear, I hope it is under pleasant circumstances and then I hope you stay far away from me.  "Bleed myself white" is something I never want to do.