Jane Cornes-Maclean
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Stories (7/0)
Sara and the beetle
“A new sister!” said our mum. But I didn’t really understand how it would be. My strongest memory of those early days was getting to have a sleepover up the road at Dory’s when mum popped Sas out. Dory’s older sister Inga was impossibly sophisticated and had eyes that were slanty and dark like an Indian princess. She smelt of patchouli and used to pinch me when no-one was looking.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean3 years ago in Fiction
The end of the world
The plane is an hour late landing at Heathrow’s Terminal Four – hardly surprising given the circumstances. By the time we collect our bags it’s 5.30 am. The carpets muffle our footsteps and the queues at immigration are short and surprisingly quiet. I guess no-one has the energy to argue at this hour of the morning.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean3 years ago in Fiction
The dance
Hun·ting·ton's disease | noun A hereditary brain disorder that is a progressive, neurodegenerative condition marked especially by impairments in thinking and reasoning, disturbances of emotion and behavior, and the involuntary spasmodic movements that are associated with the loss or atrophy of nerve cells in the basal ganglia.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean3 years ago in Humans
Blacktop therapy
Blacktop therapy her dad used to call it, highway driving. Johnson gets in the car and makes for the Albany Highway. Armadale. North Bannister. Passes Italian mansions on the hill behind a fug of black foliage and toilet brush pines. Less than 80 kilometres from the city and Radio National is going staccato on her already.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean3 years ago in Humans