I just filed my tax return and thankfully it looks like I'll be getting a nice refund to help pay for the car :)
So today's prompt is: death and taxes.
"I've done everything I could but you still owe a little over two hundred dollars." The accountant swallowed noisily and wiped the sweat from his brow. He tried, for the tenth time in the last hour, to make eye contact with his client but swerved his gaze to the wall over his shoulder at the last second.
"I am not pleased."
The accountant shivered like he was standing in an arctic windstorm. Oh how he hated dealing with this client. The most powerful were always the most demanding. And terrifying.
"I appreciate that, I really do," the man said as he tidied his combover, "but in order to get you a refund I'd have to break at least a dozen tax laws!"
"Are you really more petrified of the pathetic pawns that enforce the law than you are of me?"
"Well that's not really the problem here..."
"I will back in one hour," Death said as he rose from his seat like a puff of smoke from a cigar. "By then you will have my taxes in order or you shall face the consequences."
The accountant was found that night by the building's janitor. The note, taped to his lifeless body, simply said:
It was inevitable.