Friday, March 2, 2012

A six-sentence story for tax season

A girl slightly dizzy from too much tea stood alone in a scary room. 

The table in front of her was invisible under stacks of paper; so was the piano, and the buffet, and several chairs. 

Now that it was all out, she had lost her enthusiasm for advance tax preparation!

And there was no space left to sit down or spread out a different, much more fun project! 

She took a deep breath, took off her socks, and whisked around the room like a dervish, gathering everything up by date. 

Soon the years she didn't care about were tucked into envelopes to be ignored for months to come, and the one year that mattered tucked into another, to be ignored for mere weeks. 

the end.

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