Kerry Williams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Patchwork Squares” by Kerry Williams

Submitted to Contest #111

Settling into my seat in the craft room, I make a green patch first. It’s taken from an old cushion that I don’t need anymore. Green like my eyes that people used to tell me were identical to my mother's. As I stitch, my mind drifts 18 years back in time to when she first taught me to sew. “Like this darling, see?” my mother, Lily, asked, and I watched closely as she showed me how to stitch patchwork squares, my eyes lit up with eagerness. I was six years old and she was teaching me how to tailor patchwork quilts. She adored making them to...

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“Summer Breeze” by Kerry Williams

Submitted to Contest #110

We’re passing through Airlie Beach when we notice her. A young woman who looks to be in her early 20s stands at the side of the road with her thumb out a few metres ahead of us. Her waist-length brunette hair is fashioned into dreadlocks. She has dirt on her face, and she wears a pair of torn floral shorts, a vest, and a baseball cap. She does not wear shoes yet her feet, like many other parts of her body, are covered in tattoos. My mother would have called her a hick, or a bogan, or a hippie. My mother likes to remind us how lucky we are th...

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“The road to the end of the aisle” by Kerry Williams

Submitted to Contest #110

9 months to go “We have plenty of time” you tell me, eyes fixed on the TV whilst mine gaze down at sleek pages adorned with delicate white lace, pastel floral arrangements, and multi-layer cakes. “I’m just excited” I reply “and we have plenty to do - dress, rings, cake, music, venue. Will we do it here in Melbourne, or go elsewhere? Maybe somewhere tropical – I’d love a beach wedding!” “We’re not made of money” comes your response, and I try to hold back my annoyance at the fact that you don’t share my view that we shouldn’t be stingy...

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“Destiny” by Kerry Williams

Submitted to Contest #107

Catching sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, Ian couldn't help thinking that he ought to cover it up during the daytime. As usual, he's tempted to look away but instead, he stares back at his miserable reflection, scrutinizing the balding head, the murky eyes, and the pasty skin. It's not that he was a bad-looking bloke – just somewhat ordinary. Unremarkable. It’s not so much the way that he looks that he detests; it’s what it represents: Ian. Ian is quiet and reserved. Ian is boring and in no way spectacular. Ian is not comfortable in ...

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“It's not over til it's over” by Kerry Williams

Submitted to Contest #43

The day that you were born was the happiest day of my life. I gazed down at you lying in my arms, and you stared back up at me, your big blue eyes brimming with a level of innocence that only a newborn could possess. I was exhausted and in pain, but my heart was full. I made a promise there and then, to always love you as much as I possibly could no matter what.I kept that promise with me through the dirty diapers and the terrible twos. I remember your first day of preschool, and how you bawled when I tried to leave. It broke my heart, but w...

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