He walked into his office and locked the door behind him. For the first time in years, he examined his past. Moving clutter to the side, he found the black box that held the flashpoint of his trail of failure that ruined his life. Opening the box, slowly, he braced for the document to evoke harsh memories. Forty one pages of lawyer speak that spelled out the sale of his soul for the sake of fame and fortune. He removed the contract for use later in the day to save someone's else's life, it was the least he could do.
*blogger's note* - this is my entry this week for http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ 's 100 word challenge. The one word prompt is HARSH. These 100 words will be included in my novel, Hellandback, being posted at http://www.nanowrimo.org/ please check out both sites especially velvetverbosity. Tehre's great writing and reading there.