by Sparks In Shadow
His empire ended at his apartment’s walls. He’d painted them yellow to evoke sunshine, but brick expanses outside his window interrupted light, pooling gray shadows where age had blistered the plaster.
He washed an apple for dinner and after a bite, was startled by her knock on his door. Her persistence drove shivers through him. He rarely exercised his liberty to engage with the world, so the bite he dared not crunch grew heavier in his mouth until she stopped and the sound of her footsteps receded.
Remaining aside, he avoided beginnings and endings, his tiny freedoms long lost among enormous fears and elusive light.
The prompt was these words: liberty, empire, apple, yellow, enormous – from Julia.