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It’s just a matter of self control, he told himself. He could stop at any time. Mind over matter.

But he did mind, and it did matter.

The urge was like an itch, a constant nagging, burning, insistent itch that crawled beneath his flesh and cried out for him to give in. Just one, it whispered, just one more. You can stop any time, but just one more, it would be fun, it would be fine.

He told himself that he could resist, but he knew he was lying to himself. It would only take a little push to send him over the edge.

A little flash of red.

He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers caressing the smooth handle of his old-fashioned straight bladed razor.

He could stop at any time, but this one would be fun.

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: The Three Word Wednesday prompt this week is the words Control, Flesh and Razor. P.S. ThomG of 3WW – I still can’t get any comments to post on your site!)

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