The solitary chair loitered in that vacant space, on the splintered white floor, under the smooth white ceiling. As if it had deliberately sat just so; so that it fell under the gaze of the bright sunlight which poured through the large window and collapsed at its feet. One might have felt like an interloper or a voyeur, viewing this almost private moment between the chair and the light which was perhaps just meant to be witnessed by the nearby wall. It stood in support of the chair for it knew the light's benevolence upon the chair was transitory and that upon the departure of the radiance, the chair would need to take comfort in shadow; a sanctuary which in that space could only be offered by the enclosure of the wall. It knew for it too had experienced the departure of the light.
Fiction: Light and object
Fiction: Light and object