“Sorry I’m late Jill, My Navman
was drunk on cosmic radiation.
Trying to hear street names
amidst all that slurring
was like spotting soap suds in an angry sea.”
“You can’t be serious Dwite!
Have you never heard of a street directory?
There’s also those things called road signs
and haven’t you been here fifteen times?
You slept in didn’t you.” Jill asked as accusingly
as if she suspected him of molesting her dog
and tying up her ferret and making it watch.
If she’d installed security cameras,
she’d have realized the truth was far stranger.
Returning now, to Jill’s passion for punctuality.
“You, you slept in didn’t you!”
“Jill, the truth sounds less plausible
than being spied on by an Amish satellite”
“And what you’ve already told me doesn’t?”
“You wouldn’t understand Jill, you’re not ready!”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s radiator trouble.”
“If it’s just car trouble
why didn’t you tell me to begin with?”
“It’s a little more complicated than that.”
“I’m not your mechanic,
I don’t need to know the details.”
“I’m more in need of a psychologist
than a mechanic.”
“Well that much is clear.”
“To be precise, I need a grief counsellor.”
what does that have to do with car trouble.”
I think you better sit down before I tell you.
Quark the Carp, a miniaturized fish,
who lives in my radiator, has died.”
“Bullshit, even you would know to use a fish tank.”
“But Quark could tolerate extreme temperatures.”
“Even if that’s true, isn’t a radiator
a dark and cramped place for a fish?”
Dwite gazed at Jill
As though she was the most stupid person
he’d ever had a conversation with
since he’d broken into the spider monkey enclosure
at Taronga Zoo.
“Haven’t you heard of the flair
carps have for telepathy?
Quark the Carp sent me mind beams,
to let me know when to top up my radiator.
He couldn’t afford to let it evaporate.
He lived long enough for me to grow very attached,
we became lovers Jill.
It was purely a spiritual connection,
what 80’s pop star Phil Collins
might call a Groovy Kind of Love.
I feel so guilty.
While my car was impounded on the weekend,
Quark was recycling his own urine,
until the concentration was lethal.
For years he’s saved my car from overheating
and I wasn’t there to purify his home.”
“Would you like the day off,
to organize a psychiatrist’s appointment?”
“Do you question the sanity
of everyone who has a death in the family Jill?”
“Take time off to give it a funeral then.”
“He’s not an It, his name is Quark.
Yes, I do have funeral arrangement to make.
Dwite produced a scale model of a hearse
and pulled a match box sized coffin from his coat pocket.
Happy April Fool’s Day Jill.”
“Dwite, you nearly had me there.
I’ll have to dock your pay,
for wasting work time with your crazy story.”
“Is that your April Fool’s Day joke Jill?”
“No, I’m serious.”
“I’m serious too Jill,
serious when I say it’s a public holiday.
April Fool’s Day again. April Fool’s Day 360
Quark the Carp exists, but he’s alive and well
I must go’ Hershel proclaimed,
more suddenly than a switch in Arctic weather.
“It’s time to sample the juices
of levitating Star Fish Masseusses.”
“Is that another April Fool’s Day Joke Dwite?”
“No, why would you think that?”