Nicole stood on his doorstep, shivering, but not from the cold, the telltale marks still visible on her scrawny arms. He knew the routine by now – she would tell an elaborate story about how she needed cash for groceries, or rent, or some other dire expense. So many times, he’d given her the last of his meager funds, knowing exactly how she would really use it. He could never say no to her, until now.
He saw the shock register on Nicole’s face as he shut the door quietly, ignored the banging and angry pleading that followed. He would no longer be his daughter’s enabler.
The six sentence story prompt this week is last.