Full Moon in the Morning

by William Womack, March 17th, 2009

This morning was a lot like the previous few up on Mount Tabor; slate-gray, damp, with a hint of chill in the air. It might be nearing spring on the calendar, but winter seems determined to get at least one more jab in before hitting the mat. So I’m up on the mountain, doing what […]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Mob

by William Womack, July 7th, 2008

I was tapping away at my novel with my office windows open when the first explosion rocked the house. After untangling myself from the ceiling fan, I rushed into the street, certain I’d find a smoking crater where a neighbor’s house once stood. The street looked the same as always; no shower of falling wood, […]