The washing machine has stopped. What the? I checked the taps, seemed fine. Water should be flowing then. Lights blink at me. I blink at them. Why isn’t this thing working? Hmm, a start/pause button. Let’s try it.
I press the button.
The machine starts working.
I suppress the urge to kick it and accept a simple solution. As I head down the path it occurs to me that the machine may want to stop again; it seems to have a mind of its own. I can’t be bothered waiting for it to stop, but I don’t want to return later and find it sitting there, confused and not sure what to do. I decide to stall for time by collecting a cold can from the local store. Hopefully when I come back the machine will still be working.
I roll out the door and stroll down the footpath. Arawa has many features that push it out ahead of its cousins. My favourite feature is the footpaths. I like footpaths. Tidies things up a bit. I especially like walking on warm concrete in bare feet. Always have.
I reach the local store and peer through the bars into the gloom. I think I can see a shape back there, black on black.
“Api noon.” A dark, smiling face emerges from the shadows.
“Hot ah? Mi laik buyim wanpela Sprite.”
“Ahh, Sprite.” My new friend retrieves a cold can of Sprite from his battered freezer and places it before me, still smiling.
“Em hamas?” I asked.
“Two kina, forty toia.” I place the money on the counter and he slides the can towards me.
“Have a good day, lukim yu.”
“Lukim yu,” he replied.
Back at the house. Washing machine is still going. Gudpela. I like it when things work the way they should.