A Boy Called Maggot
Panting, Billy watched the dust lift and float as he tried to control his breathing.
‘BILLY. BIL…LLY… MAGGOT.’ His stepfather’s voice reached under the porch, turning his stomach to water, he struggled not to pee himself. His stepfather Josh only called him “maggot” when furious. He kept a bowl of sweets on the counter. His sweets. Billy couldn’t resist stealing just one. He never thought it would be missed, but the bastard counted them and now he would get it. He rested his head in the dust praying that his mother would be home early. The heat lulled him into sleep.…