art by M.S. Corley
Note to Self
by Hans Hergot
"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.
"You look like the clown from my sixth birthday party?"
"The limo driver from prom."
"You haven't changed a bit," said Thomas.
"No, I haven't, and I'll tell you why. Please don't interrupt. I want to assure you that I am serious. After I finish speaking, please try not to say anything stupid or cliché. This includes every possible one word or one syllable response. Are we clear?"
"I am from the future. You won a contest, in the future, to send a message to your younger self."
"If that's true, tell me whether the Capitols win tonight."
"Very original." The man rolled his eyes so sharply that his head and neck were caught in the movement. "Per the contest rules, I made three appearances at critical junctures in your life. That's the only assurance you get."
"Why not give me the message back then?"
"The message was to be delivered tonight. One message. Six words. Here it is."