The Irs

Staring at the envelope, my eyes in disbelief. The agency was known for causing fear and painful grief. The words upon the notice were shouting out my name. I still remember how I felt the day the letter came. The beads of sweat rolled down my neck, my heart began to race. Afraid to move a muscle, the blood had left my face. Apparently, the IRS had found some type of error. The news had brought me to a place of unrelenting terror. It must be for an audit, they’d go back seven years. I felt so faint for this was one of my most dreaded fears. Although I had been careful every time I filed returns. Checking all my figures, including all I earned. Perhaps I added something wrong or made a big mistake. They never would believe me, my head began to ache. I held my breath and opened up the letter with great care. I knew I was in trouble, I didn’t have a prayer. I read the first few lines and then I fell onto my bed. I thought I must be in a dream, imagined in my head. They said they owed me money for an error they had made. And they were very sorry that the payment was delayed.