(Author’s note: For lack of a better term, July was hell. Lots of stuff going on, and on top of all of it…I got sick. Hence why I haven’t posted in 3-4 weeks. But I’m back, and here we go!)

© Ted Strutz

De Plane! De Plane! 

by Miles H. Rost

“I won’t do it!”

“Herv, they love you. Everyone loves you.”

“They think I’m short. A cute doll! The audience…they love Tattoo! They don’t love Herve.”

“What about your fans from the Bond films?”

“Nick Nack! That’s all I’m known as!”

His agent looked at him and shook his head.

“You do realize if you do this event, you’ll be able to help children, right?”

He looked up, and his countenance eased.

“The children want to see Tattoo, Nick Nack, and Herve Villechaize. All together. One package.”

Herve smiled, as he slid off the chair.

“It’s for the children.”

Herve Villechaize, in the earlier days, would visit crime scenes where children were affected, and he would help comfort them.