Kuntilanak single work   short story  
Issue Details: First known date: 2017... 2017 Kuntilanak
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The night air smelled stale and damp. It reminded Ibu of the pandan rice she left out yesterday. It will be sour by now , Ibu thought. She adjusted the sarong until it sat comfortably, flattening her sagging breasts. She sat back on her favourite rattan chair, enjoying how it had curved to the shape of her body. She thought about her visit to Bogor last week. As she made her way on foot into the kampung, a gaggle of children tugged on the ends of her sarong to ask for spare change. Ibu didn't have anything to give. She had brought just enough money to pay the Dukun, and he had accepted what little Ibu had in her savings tin. That day, Ibu learned that even the blackest of magicians were capable of compassion.

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    y separately published work icon Pencilled In no. 1 2017 11362651 2017 periodical issue

    'It is Brisbane Writer's Festival 2015, and I have had a grand total of 6 hours sleep in the past 50-or-so hours. I am tired and jittery, thanks to the three cups of coffee I downed that morning (I don't usually drink coffee!) and I am walking around the state library grounds with Krysi the producer. But I am also deliriously happy. I have just spent the past three days soaking the festival in, talking to and drinking with some incredible people.' (Editorial Introduction)

    2017
    pg. 15-17
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