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THE DREADED HOUR: AWAITING IT ALONE (SHORT STORY)

In a dimly lit room, I awaited the hour to come... The hour that I had been dreading; the hour everyone dreads. I don't how to be prepared for this hour, it is not an hour that I had been planning for. It is not one of those hours which you look to expectantly. It instead, is an hour of inconvenience, of intolerance, of sheer and absolute terror....

I attempt to look collected, I attempt to keep busy; nothing seems real. I haven't the conviction that all will be well... I am fearing the coming hour, I am out of sorts, I am anxious, and, therefore, cannot contain the feelings of doom which are seeping out of my very pores....

I look all around the room which is quaint, richly and lavishly decorated and designed. It is my focus point. It is comfortable here, as, it is in most places where dread is shared by humanity. It is like a parlor from centuries ago, though it is modern beyond its time...

There is no one here, I am lost in solitude, lost in my own thoughts. Prisoner to the feelings which keep churning within. I long for company, but, what good would they be? This is one of those times best dealt with alone; no one else can share, or care, during this ordeal....

I hear a door nearby creak as it is being opened; I know instinctively that it is time; the hour has arrived. I brace myself for the worst case scenario, and, then, I see someone standing at the door of the lavish room. I am so far gone with dreaded thoughts, that I cannot hear them. They come closer, and, I try to study their face; there is nothing to be gained, for they are without expression of any sort.

The person begins to speak. The tone is monotone, they have had to deal with such, many hundreds, if not thousands of times before; while they are not cold, they are without emotion for my benefit. This makes me feel even more alone...

It is time. I listen as the person tells me the details and the facts. The news is not so bad, I sigh deeply. I am relieved, still, I have been so anxious for so long, that it is nothing to celebrate.

It seems that while I have made serious err in my tax preparations, filings, and, so forth for several years, that I will not have to suffer serious penalty, nor, will I be required to pay the IRS in one lump sum, they have given me a period of 5 years, which, I owe completely to this man standing before me, who is one of the best tax attorney's in the country... I am pleased beyond words....

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Please don't feel that alone. You remind me so much of myself. I'm your friend and you can talk to me anytime.

Lynda said...

You are sweet....