SF Drabble #152 “All That Remains”

“How much for this?” It was a cheap romance novel. In French, which I don’t speak, but it was from Earth.

“Not for sale.”

“What? Why not?”

The alien shopkeeper looked at me for a moment, and then said pityingly, “Look, I know you’re human. I sympathize. I can’t imagine what it must be like to know your planet is gone… but if my wealthy collector found I had sold an Earth artifact to someone else, he might take his business elsewhere!” He moved off.

At least he didn’t throw me out. I stood there holding it for a while.

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