I took on the additional challenge--this is exactly 200 words, and ends with "The door swung shut."
The BargainThe door swung open, and I stormed past the dozen or so people’s foreheads pressed to ornate prayer rugs. None stirred.
“What have you done? This isn’t what I signed up for!”
The man’s ancient blue eyes smiled before his wrinkles did.
“But you wanted a release.”
“You failed to mention I’d become this!” I flung open my arms as if it would discharge the festering burden from my chest. Nothing changed.
“I want out.”
“No way out,” said the old man through the pipe clenched in his teeth.
I spun, raking my hands through my hair. “There has to be…” My sight strayed to the candle on the man’s desk. The candle he’d told me if I blew out would free my burden.
“So it is.”
I stood for a moment, thinking it all over. Without another word I stepped back through the incense to the clean air, stopping to share one more glance with my captor. And I knew. The only way to relieve this was to find someone else. Someone foolish enough to believe that all they would have to do to be free is blow out a single, gold-flamed candle. The door swung shut.