Author
Hans Hergot
Hans Hergot can be found on the web at hanshergot.com.
They Fell Like Comets
It's a sin to kill a lightning bug. Its guts will not turn a whiffle-ball bat into a light saber. Smearing its green butt on your face will not make you a fairy. We knew it was wrong in our hearts. But we did it anyway. That summer, they paid us ten dollars a jar to catch…
Note to Self
"Do you recognize me?" Thomas glanced at the man who bumped into him. The cheap bottle of wine bought to celebrate his promotion nearly slipped out of its brown paper bag. Thomas juggled it and looked again. The man standing in front of him had unmistakable bright blue hair.…