Jon Coates
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Sydney-based. Dabbling in writing from time to time.
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Green eyes
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, my tired eyes and sleep-deprived paranoia setting in. I squinted and leaned in closer for a second - before stepping back suddenly. The figure staring back at me had became more distinct. It was a woman with tangled dark hair and piercing green eyes. Her faded white dress was flowing gently, even though I felt no breeze. She had a sly smile on her face.
By Jon Coates3 years ago in Fiction
Remembering
As Charlotte parted the last of the overgrown weeds and wildflowers, the barn came into view. It had been years since she’d seen the dusty red walls and rusted metal roof. It had been a constant feature of the landscape of the farm where she had grown up, sitting at the top of the hill, at the end of the dirt path. It somehow seemed smaller than she remembered now. Yet, despite the obvious signs of ageing and neglect, it was also strangely familiar.
By Jon Coates5 years ago in Fiction
