I sat wedged between two ladies I worked with and clutched both of their arms as we ascended into the air above Birmingham Municipal Airport.

There was that unmistakable sinking feeling in my stomach as the massive jet gathered speed, thundered down the runway, and then somehow—against everything my nervous mind believed to be reasonable—lifted into the Alabama sky. I was terrified. Just one day earlier, I had sat in my office and written a goodbye letter to my mother.Continue reading “I sat wedged between two ladies I worked with and clutched both of their arms as we ascended into the air above Birmingham Municipal Airport.”

A Walk on the Cape is HERE

When I was a young fellow I developed a passion for writing fiction. While the other kids played in the yard, in the sandbox, or a sport, I sat at the kitchen table or in the back of my parents’ station wagon with a pen and paper in hand. There was always something creative swirlingContinue reading “A Walk on the Cape is HERE”

Ruthie’s Ways Part 1

Ruthie’s WaysPart One From 1966 to 1999 Ruthie Ellerby worked tirelessly in the local cotton mill in Trinity, Georgia. She’d still be a “spinner” at the mill if it hadn’t been for “the mill ‘a closing,” as she’d always say to her friends and family. Ruthie never married and never had any kids of herContinue reading “Ruthie’s Ways Part 1”

Ruthie’s Ways Part 2

Ruthie’s WaysPart IIA fictional three-part short storyBy Rob Goodwin Born the fifth child and first girl of seven, Ruthie was named after her grandmother, Clara Ruth Ellerby. Ruthie was the apple of her father’s eye, so her mother carried out most of her discipline. Ruthie’s four older brothers, John Owen, Edward, Clayton, and Harland, wereContinue reading “Ruthie’s Ways Part 2”

Ruthie’s Ways Part 3

Ruthie’s WaysPart IIIBy Rob Goodwin The black pug named Helix struggled to jump from the arms of Casey, one of Ruthie’s great-nephews, as the car carrying Ruthie Ellerby left her home in Trinity, Georgia. Her beloved pet and companion knew there was something wrong with Ruthie and replicated her emotions. Ruthie sat in the backseatContinue reading “Ruthie’s Ways Part 3”