Hidden Among Leaves
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“Hey Babbs!”
It was a kid across the street yelling, disturbing his moment of calm. When he made no move to leave, the kid actually started waving both arms. He groaned and still refused to acknowledge him, this was getting ridiculous. Anxious now, the youngster stepped right out into busy traffic and several cars came to a screeching stop. Babbs shook his head. So much for a low profile, he thought, knowing he wasn’t anyhow. This kid needed to get to him so bad he was willing to get hit by a car before someone else made it. Sure enough, two others were on their way on the other side. Babbs lowered his head and laughed, this was exactly how the whole week had been. Strands of hair flew into his face and when finally repositioned his cap, the kid was directly in front. He knew him vaguely but didn’t really care, these people were beginning to blend together. Motioning to one side, he maneuvered around a mass of tourists that stopped and stared, thrilled to observe a live street deal.
“Quite an entrance, know that? I guess every undercover knows who I am by now.”
The kid smiled good-naturedly. When he opened his mouth, both teeth stood like broken posts, yellow rotten.
“Oh, man!” Babbs said, surprised. ‘I don’t know if I should laugh… or, or kick pa field goal!” He said.
It was way over the young man’s head. He knew it was a waste of time, any response would be like forcing acupuncture. This kid had a terrible time standing as it was, fidgeting back and forth, nothing would register. He sighed, everyone must know anyway, the word was all over and this was a mad rush to get the last before anyone else did. He heard two camps, Leftover Hobbies and Tears Welling were holding a huge rave tonight. Babbs smiled because he knew it would be a Lady-Tron. The kids would start a false party, watch the ones who dropped, take them to the real rave and leave the others behind. It was hilarious and they called it, ‘Following the Lady’s Scent.’ The only ones left were all the cops hanging out with each other.
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The “Clipzone” is a place deep inside San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, an area which harbors a society of teenagers who have divided themselves into secluded, private camps. Each is a surrogate family that supports its own unique rules far away from the prying eyes of everyday society. In many places on the streets bordering San Francisco’s largest park they hang in small groups searching for ways to make a living, creating stories the average person would never dream of; painting a short teen as a green dwarf, gluing antlers to his head and frightening tourists out of their wallets. Running a radio controlled animal down the Panhandle and many others not found in normal walks of life. This is a look inside San Francisco very few people get the opportunity to see.
Carlton Basil has lead his camp to a startling new discovery, a windfall of money and has caught the unwanted attention of nearby law enforcement, then a special government task gets involved and divides Fringe Camp into individual chase scenes. Carlton discovers his true intellectual capabilities when his family is threatened and uses a combination of street smarts and education to rescue them all.
About the Author
Donald Muir was raised in the forested peninsula of lower Michigan, studied in California and settled there with his wife and 2 children.