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…
Three Line Tales Week 162
Tale #213 – Wall
Flows From Mind To Hands,
My Imagination’s Spark.
Shapes Beauty On Wall…
Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto