From the baby Frisson
Hi. Baby Frisson speaking. I see things, things which, perhaps, others do not. One day, when the Minimalist was out, I left my parents, Roger and Matilda.
Sometimes, it’s important to reach out and touch the wind. It’s a personal mandate of mine: Feel the wind under my arms and the sun on my face every time I begin to feel my soul shrivel.
I’d seen him, the boy who could fly. He watched us, always, longing obvious in his eyes. So I went to him.
In this cold and lonely world of ours, it’s important to make friends.
But, really, I’d come bearing a message:
Warning off losers is ANOTHER personal mandate of mine.