"Can I get you anything love?"
David cocked his head at the waitress trying to ignore the nauseating brilliance of her yellow cotton blouse.
"Latte and croissant."
He stared at the Apple folded on the table and with resignation opened it for the last time.
The news was the same. Markets crashing. Banks collapsing.
He'd built an empire once. And then destroyed lives.
Now they were coming after him.
But he would play the final card. The closing hand.
For a brief moment he felt omnipotent. Enormous.
Then shrank into irrelevance.
Soon he would taste liberty.
Escape from his pathetic shell.
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was the inclusion of four words; apple, empire, enormous, liberty and yellow.