Kerry Goldsworthy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“The one-time people” by Kerry Goldsworthy

This is my worst nightmare. Consciousness has come to me for another day. I lift my head up and sigh. I look around, my eyelids heavy, perhaps from sleep, perhaps from the expectations of another long day ahead. I wonder if anything different will happen today. This is how it has been for weeks now, maybe months. I’m not sure. I don’t know why I am here. No one has tried to explain it to m...

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“'I' is for Imogen” by Kerry Goldsworthy

The silver sedan was waiting for her on the road up ahead, its blinker flashing faster than most cars, as if impatient for her to get in. The woman approached the car hesitantly, then opened the front passenger door and slid gratefully into the seat. She briefly made eye contact with the driver, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties; a similar age to herself. ”I’m Courtney,” the driver sa...

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“Lemons and Lightning” by Kerry Goldsworthy

“Well that’s it from the Channel 8 news team, enjoy your Saturday night. Let’s hope the predicted storm isn’t too bad. It’ll be back to work on Monday before you know it, so try to enjoy the rest of your weekend. Goodnight.” The newsreader nodded and the lights in the studio slowly faded out, leaving the newsreader to shuffle papers and wait for the theme music to finish. Casey got the remote and turned off the t...

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“The Inheritance” by Kerry Goldsworthy

My brother inherited a classic car and management of ‘Seascape’; the grand residence on the Esplanade with it seafront views and imposing gardens. I inherited approximately a thousand old postcards in a sturdy green cardboard box. Yes, you read that correctly. I am younger than my brother James by nineteen months, but I was always my Aunt Doreen’s favorite. Doreen had been my mother’s younger sister. She...

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“Your Round” by Kerry Goldsworthy

George pulled back the canvas, revealing the body underneath. The guy was definitely dead, that much Adam could see. The light from the overhead street lighting wasn’t bright, but it was enough. He recognized the man from earlier that evening. He was the man with the bushy beard. The loud one with the annoying laugh, the one who though he was God’s gift to women. Adam couldn’t recall his real name. Jasmine had introduced...

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Author bio

Registered nurse for thirty years, observer of the human condition, lover of the written word. New to writing for an audience. Really enjoying the ride! Grateful for your feedback.