Man on the Moon
an excerpt

He picked up the document again, and let his eyes scan over it. He didn’t need to, after the number of times he had pored over each individual word check and rechecking to make sure his client would be happy, he knew it off by heart.
The real reason why he was once again giving it the once over was because of what the bits of paper meant. The consequences of his client’s sworn statement were so huge he had contemplated getting rid of it.
His client was an old man, he had rationalised, with not much longer to live. If he destroyed the statement, his client would be dead long before it would become a problem.
However, he had always stopped himself from doing so, not out of some misguided notion of legal ethics and integrity (he had left those on the front steps of law school) but because a part of him longed for what his client had put in his confession to become public knowledge. He wanted to see the chaos, the loss of faith, the fall of man and organisation, all down to a dozen sheets of paper.
He put the document back into its folder and spun his chair around so he was facing the computer on his desk. On the screen was a scanned version of what he had held in his hands just seconds before. As he reached over to take control of the mouse, his hand paused, unsure whether to proceed.
“For chaos,” he told himself aloud and his hand moved onto the computer.
He clicked a button and the document was replaced by a box with the words “your message has been sent”.
The man sank back in his chair and exhaled. There was no going back. The document had been sent to the moderator of a message board and it was just a matter of time until the entire world knew of it’s existence. He just hoped that the person who had the user name “The Truth Is Out There” would do the right thing.