Paperwork

He did it to me two years ago, right before the holidays.  In some ways, I did it to myself through my usual procrastination; A.D.D rules my middle-age world.

I’d just rather blame it on him.

Corporate tax returns are due soon.  Here with me are piles of paperwork to put together and develop a summarized report for our business.  I do it every year and our relative (as in family member) accountant handles the final returns.

He always puts in an Extension To File but presses me to have everything done before he leaves for Florida with her (won’t elaborate on the her subject, have done so in other posts so read there, if you’re interested).  Two years ago, I stressed over getting paperwork done by Christmas and he never took it until weeks after; last year, I again struggled to have everything in order and he left town, forgetting to file the returns before departing.

I think that I have every right to be…pretty damn pissed!

Mind you, this man was a top level government employee until his retirement.  From where I sarcastically sit,  people need to stop blaming George W. Bush for everything and start looking elsewhere.  Or maybe,  having a family member handling business affairs isn’t always a great idea.

Whichever the case might be, here I sit with piles of files on my desk (love when my words rhyme) and knots in my stomach as I look over our past fiscal year of business and cringe.   I try to keep positive in that our company is still plugging-along, not at the speed of several years ago, but…we’re still here and I see occasional glimmers of economic hope.  Hopefully, next year’s paperwork will reflect that long-awaited improvement for everyone.

And, hopefully, he doesn’t forget to take it…again!


Flicker of Inspiration #27: Here With Me (Flash Fiction!)

Your prompt is “Here With Me” and you MUST begin immediately! Don’t care how it goes – pick one thing that you can see at this moment, in the room with you, and write something down somewhere.

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Grumbles in the dark…

They have been making their collective and rotten little presences known for months now, in one form or another.  Muffled, nasty grumbles, muttering in the darkness, that keep calling my name.

I’ve been avoiding that place like the plague and I can sense the growing mass lurking within the enclosure.   It terrifies me and, as the weeks keep passing,  it’s my fault for letting them steal my power and hold me hostage.

Daylight gives me a false sense of security but when darkness falls, the creaking and gnashing  sounds escalate as if to taunt me when I hurry past that hidden noise.  It reaches out in an attempt to grab me.  I try not to go near there.

Why did I ever allow this to get so out of hand and lose all control?  It frightens me to no end and keeps me awake at night because I can hear them grumbling down my long dark hall.

It has to stop!  I just cannot live with this living, growing nightmare any longer and allow it to consume my life.




I’m going in……wish me luck.






Linkup and Flicker of Inspiration Prompts – #21: The Indescribable Horror and #22: The Living Nightmare

The guidelines were as follows but… I managed to twist both into one response.  I know, I know…my ADD made me do it.  Don’t judge me or my kitchen junk drawer, we both have issues.

#21: The Indescribable Horror…

Halloween is closer than ever! At least, the closest it’s been yet this year. The prompt this week was a bit of a challenge; I wanted you to describe something indirectly. Nothing like “the dog was ugly,” for instance; saying “she recoiled in horror at the sight of it” is fine because it’s not describing the object itself. Certain eldritch abominations can only be described indirectly because direct description would drive us insane, so you can see that developing this skill can come in handy.

#22: The Living Nightmare….

You’ve had nightmares; we all have. Everyone has them. This week, I want you to write it down.
I don’t necessarily mean write down the narrative description of your nightmare; I had a nightmare once where Tina Turner chased me with a vacuum, but I don’t think it would make an interesting story as such; also the odd flow of events in dreams doesn’t generally translate well to normal prose.
Take your nightmare, or just something that scares you personally, and write a story based on it. If you’re scared of spiders, scare me with spiders. Share your fears and nightmares, give them to your readers. That is your goal this week.




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Sinking fast…

 

went off road in water window stuck car upside down phone dying please send help please help me please cant breathe much longer water coming inside car help me

 

 

Red Writing Hood — Fear

This week, we invited you to compose a text–160 characters–that would either elicit or express fear.

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