Maggot is one of my short stories, it is about a circus owner, who has run into debt and is forced to sell his daughter in order to be debt free. He is a buffoon, an oaf, with no evidence of any real likable traits. The story starts with him bargaining with Excellency, the cruel tyrant who he hopes will give him a good price for his daughter. His daughter is brought in, like some kind of merchandise.
The young girl beneath the veil might have been Cleopatra, except that but for a fine gold thong, she was entirely naked. Gold coins strung on golden chains hung from all four sides of the palanquin, making chinking sounds with each of her carriers’ steps
She has been coerced into being sell-able goods, having been cruelly beaten by her father.
She couldn’t be more than sixteen. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders down to her waist, barely covering her adolescent breasts. Every male in the room stared greedily at her, none noting the smudged makeup highlighting her deep brown eyes, the result of a copious flow of tears at having been coerced.
After the young girl Apollonia is presented, some crude bartering takes place.
“Is she…pure?” demanded her would-be purchaser, shooting a quick glance in Maggot’s direction, as if this would have direct bearing on the “price” of the goods he was considering purchasing.
“Of course, Excellency,” said Maggot boldly. “She’s never been touched.”
Finally the two men come to an agreement and Maggot’s greed is seen through the way takes the money.
Maggot grasped the money in his gnarled fingers, trying his best to give the impression he really wasn’t interested, though, in fact, he undeniably was. His beady eyes drifted from the coins in his hand to the remaining ones flashing and glinting inside the treasury box.
The unwilling merchandise makes one final plea to stop the sale…which will inevitable end up with the slimy tyrant violating her.
The girl’s fate decided, the four strong men shouldered the palanquin while Apollonia searched her father’s eyes a final time, beseeching him to change his mind. It was a useless gesture, as Maggot was busy counting and ogling the gold coins. To her dismay,he never gave her a second glance, and she was carried, wailing inconsolably, through the massive banquet hall doors and down a short hallway.
Maggot is a despicable man without scruples, what kind of man would sell his own daughter?
Francis H Powell is a writer. His recently published book is Flight of Destiny, a book of 22 short stories.
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