Prisoner of Elba

There is only one window in his tiny cell. It is the size of a comic book. From it he can see every sun rise, but it’s been over a decade since he’s seen it set. It’s his last connection to the outside world.

He scavenges the bowels of his memory for the smell of wild lilacs and the sound of chirping goldfinches. He cherishes those thoughts, for they are all he has left.

To be free again, he’ll do anything. He would kill to see the sunset just one more time.

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