Drabble: (tax) (mr raines)
It's the most wonderful time of the fiscal year.
Contrary to popular belief, the Raines household had pastel draperies, peach walls, and floral-patterned china. The dining room held a massive oak table and eight matching chairs. Dr William Raines sat down in one of them, propped his rolling oxygen tank against another, and dropped three thick file folders on the tabletop.
He began to shuffle the sheets and arrange them in new piles: incoming, outgoing, benefit, loss. Little boxes mocked him from the forms, as they had for decades. He could feel a headache coming on.
'I can’t... believe I don’t... pay somebody... to do my taxes,' he wheezed.
Contrary to popular belief, the Raines household had pastel draperies, peach walls, and floral-patterned china. The dining room held a massive oak table and eight matching chairs. Dr William Raines sat down in one of them, propped his rolling oxygen tank against another, and dropped three thick file folders on the tabletop.
He began to shuffle the sheets and arrange them in new piles: incoming, outgoing, benefit, loss. Little boxes mocked him from the forms, as they had for decades. He could feel a headache coming on.
'I can’t... believe I don’t... pay somebody... to do my taxes,' he wheezed.