She had none.
No money. No food. Nothing.
Her children were hungry.
What would they eat?
Her failed marriage had left her nothing.
Her ex-husband was a narcissistic abuser.
She left him. Dead of night. Two kids in tow.
With $2,000 to her name, she found a safe place for her and the children in a new town. She had no family. No friends. He made sure of that. None.
All she had was her kids. Her life. Her car. Nothing else mattered without her kids.
They lived cheaply.
She found a job. It didn’t pay much. But, it was something.
She had to make more money.
She washed her clothes out on hand in the motel room and hung them to dry.
She had an idea. She put her hair up. Put on make-up. Put on some nice clothes.
She put on some heels. Grabbed her coat and purse. Left her sleeping babies to make some money.
She walked the streets. Wishing that someone would stop and give her some money for a service. The kids would be up in a few hours and she had to feed them breakfast.
A car stopped. She asked him what he wanted. He told her “A blow job”. She told him a price “$50.” He told her that was too much. He would pay her $20.00. She could take it or leave it.
She thought about her pride for a moment. She was willing to sell her body on the streets to feed her children. Is this really what life had become? She slowly opened the door to his car and hopped in. He drove off.
She realized that she didn’t need to think about pride. She had none left.
This post is inspired by the Daily Post. The word prompt of the day is none.