The following are the statements the kids made to the press regarding the events written:
In a Silent Place
© Stephen Martin
11/14/2009
This is all fiction
Each one tells their side of the tale.

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According to Toby

Kris

Nik

From Toby's Point of View:

So who are you and what do you want and why should I tell you anything at all? If you’re so concerned about what kids are up to these days maybe you should pay closer attention to something besides your outdoor barbeque your special sauce and your swimming pool.

As for us kids it’s a war zone. We keep it at street level and for us it’s more than just image.

When’s the last time you saw a homeless person walking the street and gave a rat’s ass what he was up to? When’s the last time you pulled your schnozzola out of the newspaper and stopped drinking your coffee long enough to go outside and actually participate in making the world a better place?

If you do that’s where you’ll find the kids you’re so curious about. That’s us out there actually making the world what it is that you’ll read about in tomorrows paper.

We’re the players on the field and you’re simply grandstanding and saying oh you coulda and oh you shoulda. Get up off your cozy kitchen barcalounger and make it real.

That’s what Mist the Fist does and that’s why I stand between her and the trouble that comes her way. All of us do. Me and Krisman and Nikalode and Benji and well Ben’s never spent any time with a girl before and so he’s prone to messen himself up till he learns due diligence and self control but don’t we all? There’s not a single one of us ain’t been a kid once so show some respect.

As for me my position is frontline grunt like I said. Mist the Fist is the brains the silent interdiction and me I’m the silent swift and deadly end of business.

So to answer your question the homeless guy is someone you can help if you give a damn if you truly give a damn. It’s the scumbag streetscum that’s the one who’s beyond help. You know the guy in the paper you read who’s putting some pain on the innocents? Well that’s where Mist’s team comes in.

We planned on putting some pain on him right back at him and till he cries like a little girl and my plan was to leave no trace. No trace baby! Pow! I figured that if the cops want to interview his ass when I’m done with him they’ll have to unzip the bodybag to do it.

That’s right. We’re a team. Not one of us can operate alone and none of us is better than the other ones. I know Mistafist’s heart is stickin a little tighter to Krisman and I’m cool with it. No carpe diem here my friend. He’s got a choice gal for a honey no regrets.

Other than as mentioned above we are all equal and we watch each others back. You can raise your American flag all you want but it ain’t worth a tinkers damn if you think giving it a salute in the morning is seriously going to save our country. No me and the boys salute Mist the Fist because she takes it to the street and she keeps it real. Pay homage to the goddess bow low and pay your respect semper fi and God save the Queen and me and the boys will save the princess.



















 






 






 

Misty's Answer:

Epilogue? This is just the beginning. I just moved here.

I don’t care to write this. I don’t have any time for this and besides, whatever the guys have to say about it is fine with me. They can do their share of the talking for once.

My name is Misty.



Quite a stunning plant, if you have the room for it. I do. Dasylirion Longissima, the Mexican Grass Tree. I called to its spirit because now that I live here I have to make alliances with those who were here before me. At the playground I sat and introduced myself to the plant, then I waited for the answer in a dream state. A boy emerged in my mind’s eye up out of the plant because I summoned him. His name turned out to be Toby. He is my gentle giant. He does not know the plant brought him to me but I do. He’ll tell you he walked up behind me and asked me why a schoolgirl is out here in the dark all alone and don’t I know how dangerous that is.

    Misty likes Toby.

For your information I am not a schoolgirl. I am homeschooled. My daddy is the greatest man on earth. Let me tell you about wonderful. He never spent a dime except for food. He started work after he got out of high school and he never stopped. He was homeless for his whole life because he saved every dime he ever made. He says he worked two jobs, lived at the beach, took baths in the ocean! And did that for over thirty years of his life till he was an old man. Then he quit. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and met a pretty girl and fell in love and had a baby and here I am. Now he has enough money to never ever have to work again and he home-schools me. He adores me. People think he is my grandfather but he is my dad and I think he is wonderful. He kept to a plan for his whole life and now here I am. I will not tell you about my mother so don’t ask.



He raised me on books. He is smart but not college smart so he buys me books and he teaches me while I teach him what the books teach us. One of my favorite books that I read for pleasure is Nancy Drew. I will not tell you any more about that because you either know or if you don’t then you don’t care.

About Me: I am smarter than I should be and smart enough to know the importance of surrounding myself with allies. Never burn bridges. It just may be the one you don't like on the other side of the creek who pulls me out of the muck someday so don't mouth off your secret thoughts. On the other hand, if you burn me I probably learned from it and when you try to take a second swing you will find your hands bound and tied tight behind your back with something really sticky. I will loosen the binds when I need you and not until.

 



Down at the bottom of the hill is the beach. I summoned the spirits of truth and intuition from the currents of the seven seas the day I first arrived here. That was the first thing I did. I came home and that was when I met Ben. He is truth embodied in human form. He has eyes that can see when I cover them with my hands and he never lies to me.



The first night I sat on the porch and looked at the stars. I summoned the spirits of silence to speak to me. Daddy says the comets were the Leonids and they scattered sparkles across black horizon and it was beautiful. The message was clear that I am loved. Their love for me is very great. I pointed to the constellations and with my finger I drew a face by connecting the dots. Closing my eyes I pictured him. I have a soul mate and it is important for me to meet him. I saw him at the grocery store the next day so I walked straight up to him and then I fell completely apart. First time in my life d-duh-d-duh-dih-doh was my calling card. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels so I know he fell in love with me too. His name is Kris.

Sadly he has a disease and it clings to him in a way that I can’t just cut off. Its name is Nik. Somebody. Please. Give that Nik thing a brain injection before I have to break out the wart remover. Till then I guess I have to feed him too.











 

 

 

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