Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold; the aroma of supple leather warming my soul as my fingers swept over each beautifully designed handbag. And with a huge discount for today only, my resolve was fast dissolving. It was silly to have walked in. But there was no harm in looking, so the little voice kept telling me. But where was the little voice now? With the bag in one hand and credit card in the other, I was at the till. All I needed was that little voice to tell me to put the bag back. I didn’t need it. It didn’t match any of my outfits which meant buying an outfit just to match the handbag I didn’t need. The cashier smiled. This was my last chance to change my mind. I waited for the little voice which was always so eager for me to spend. I strained my ears for the voice but not even a little one spoke to me as the cashier took the bag and gift wrapped it. There was still time to walk away but I stood motionless as my beautiful purchase was placed into a glossy bag. Without hesitation, I handed over my credit card. I felt accusing eyes on me, berating me for being so irresponsible. I couldn’t afford it but neither could I ignore it. I left the shop but not a smile did I wear as my name is Millie and I am a shopaholic.
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Miranda says: As an over spender myself, I know that little voice well, and ignoring it is an artform! LOL I also liked the flow of this piece, clear and concise.