Word count: 98
Nelson cradled the hose, allowing water to trickle over the begonias. He thumbed sweat from his forehead and felt gratitude swell in his heart for old Mr. Bidwell. Without him, Nelson wouldn’t have this job, which he sorely needed; together with the pay from his nighttime shift at the seven-eleven, he could keep a roof over his and Coreen’s heads. Presently, Bidwell’s granddaughter appeared, casually resolute. She was accompanied by Todd, her simp of a boyfriend. Day after day Nelson ignored her temptations, fully aware that if the pair succeeded, he and the Old Man would be finished.