A post-apocalyptic tale about a boy and his telepathic frog.
It was the last remaining refuge on the face of the earth. A vast wilderness, spanning countless miles, but it was as much a paradise as it was dangerous. Hellion would know. He’d spent his entire life there. He was raised by his father. The man taught Hellion how to stand on his own two feet, how to put one after the other, but then he was gone and Hellion was alone. There wasn't a living soul left. There were the ruins at the seaside, the dead and the traces of their passing, but nothing more. If not for his friend, Tad, Hellion would have perished long ago. He may die yet, for there are beasts prowling and unseen things lurking, but his father was out there somewhere. The only person he had ever known.
On Feb. 2nd, 1982 an unusual birth took place somewhere in Southern California. A normal baby boy was born. That wasn't strange. No, not at all--happens everyday. Sure, but not every newborn pops out clutching a pen. He was holding it wrong, but that wasn't the point. The pen was there. Boy, was my mother glad I was a c-section.