I went downstairs to check my mail, and, shudder, I saw a letter from the North Carolina Department of Revenue.
Oh no, I thought, they’re after me for more tax money. Turbo Tax must have screwed up, and now I have to send God knows how much more tax money to them thanks to an error not of my making.
With trembling hands, an increasing pulse rate, my heartbeat quickening, a sickening feeling in my stomach, a sense of dread in my mind, I reluctantly peel the foreboding envelope open.
With a sigh and tremendous relief, I discover a single page with a check for $120 attached to the bottom of it.
Whew! Sometimes in this life you get a break.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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