Dreams of The Mad Frank: Part 1 The Flag Lady
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The beggar woman sat in a shaded corner. Her cheeks were sallow from her #inadaquet diet of rice, wild grasses, and scraps that people left her. Years of poverty had eaten away at her #flesh until she appeared to be little more than a skeleton under many layers of her tattered robes.
As people walked by, she held out a bowl containing a few stray coins. Accustomed as they were to beggars, her missing arm evoked little sympathy. It was better not to notice beggars.
Her eyes remained dull until children happened by, and then she came alive. From her robes, she would produce bright strings of flags with a dexterity that belied her emaciation. If the parents looked to have money, she produced a dove to delight the child. This might secure her a few more coins, which she would carefully hide to avoid being robbed. The courtesans of Verdigris House and neighboring brothels called her The Flag Lady or just Flag.
Truthfully, she did well at her tradeβboth of them.
All the time she sought alms, she kept a close watch on βThe Mad Frank,β noting anyone who spoke to him. But when Maomao appeared, Flag lowered her head and ceased performing. βAlas, I am too feeble,β she would moan.
In the evening, a man who was half-jokingly referred to as the street steward and his son came by to collect his share. The beggar would perform a few tricks for the son and conclude by saying, βNothing more.β If anyone had cared to watch closely, the sum she passed the father had little to do with the amount she earned: one, two, three, or four coins. The amount varied not in proportion to her income, but to the number of visitors The Frank had.
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