Amy froze at the sight of the keys.
“It would be so easy,” said that little voice in her head. She knew that voice. It was a liar. “Just a glimpse, it wouldn’t hurt. No-one would know.”
Wordlessly she shook her head. There was no point arguing with that whiny, reedy voice, as that was the first step to capitulation. Amy wasn’t going to start down that road. Not after all the progress she’d made.
The voice kept on wheedling and pleading all morning, but she ignored it. Ignored the voice, and the keys. Why were they sitting there, on top of the dresser, instead of hidden away up the back of the kitchen cupboard where they belonged? Then she could forget about it all, if she really concentrated on everyday things… normal stuff.
“I know,” sighed the voice, “I can tell you.”
Throughout the day Amy found herself drawn to the room. There was always some minor task that needed doing, she told herself–she did, not the voice–and each time her eyes flitted over to and then away from the keys. Barely acknowledging their presence, and how wrong it was.
But she’d beaten the voice. It was no longer cajoling and promising in her head. Smiling to herself, Amy patted the pocket where she had placed the keys after absentmindedly scooping them up.
Bustling about the house, she sang along to the voice on the radio with words she couldn’t know, unaware of the mists roiling ever closer.
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235 words, for Mid-Week Flash Challenge, Week 188