The prisoner requests Cadmium Red; the guards munch juicy apples.
The prisoner requests Manganeze Violet; the guards feast on grapes.
The guards never question strange occurrences, just keep each prisoner happy until firing squad time. This one asks for oil paints, “for practice”.
“Burnt Sienna, Emerald Green, Chrome Yellow, Cerulean Blue.” The day before execution, four requests.
When the guards enter his cell at dawn, they find a reddish-brown door opening into a lush meadow studded with flowers. The prisoner puts the last touches of blue on the cloud-ruffled sky, throws down his brush, and saunters away to freedom.