Three Line Tale: Books

I look at the neatly stacked books, each one an exquisite creation, resting in one of the underground black market booths.

The salesman eyes me suspiciously, until I pick a book up written by a visionary author, and swipe my card, purchasing the rare item for a small fortune.

Now, within my walls, this illegal copy of Fahrenheit 451 will stay safe, away from the Government which long decreed the seizure of all books…

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Prompts:

Three Line Tales Week 162

Tale #213 – Wall