Librarian

The magic library is closing and the books lie heaped on the floor. Nobody is left to shelve them but you. Scoop up an armful and carry it to the shelves. A section shows in a spine's colour and the mark stamped on it: lightning, flame, star. With forty sections an armful rarely belongs on one shelf, so the choice is what to carry together and how to cross the hall once. A cat sleeps on the stacks and guards the book beneath it. Coins buy stained glass, carpets and candles. One tap, the same on phone and desktop. Nine languages.