STID: Something Good

“Something good” she says as we sweep around the oversized roundabout near Curtin and head for home. She’s sitting cross-legged on the passenger side, unaffected by the assorted detritus on the floor, and is flicking through a magazine she grabbed from a housemate before we went out.

“What?” I ask, only half concentrating as I work out how to manoeuvre the tank around a bus whose driver has decided that thirty is the optimum speed for peak hour traffic. “This article, it’s just called “Something Good.” Only that. Doesn’t that seem weird?” I spot an opening and squeeze the car between two tiny Fiestas, the drivers looking scarily similar to the airbrushed monstrosity on the front cover of her magazine.

“It was a song, wasn’t it? Something good. It had that woman making weird noises.” I demonstrate one of the weird noises and she looks at me like I’ve just suggested driving to the hospital to feast on children. “That is not something good. It sounds like you’re trying to strangle a cat, lah”. She puts the mag down and brings her knees up to her chest. Folds her arms over them. She looks way too young to be older than me. “Well, whatever. All I can remember is the something good bit and the weird noises.” The chin goes onto the knees and I can feel, rather than see, her looking at me. “And the cat?”

“Yeah, and the cat.”

Posted in Mwah on Monday April 24, 2006.