Hartmut Dreierg

There have always been voices in Hartmut’s head, but he was always convinced they were still his own thoughts expressing themselves through different voices. Lately he’s not so sure. There are three distinct voices and he hopes that at least one of them is still his, or a manifestation of him—like his conscience. But what of the other two? His mother used to tell him about the Angel and the Devil that whispered into the ears of children, one perched on each shoulder. Perhaps it wasn’t just a story. If only he could ask someone without looking foolish, or worse, insane.