Vouchers, Coupons And The End Of A Shopping Session

Well, at least all the small pieces of paper were collected, but their function
Was limited to say the least. Almost every shop had gone out of business
And the brimstone building had lost its appealing look
The heat was agonizing and the white marble was no longer visible through
The thick layer of lifeless ashes and dry dirt

Empty trolleys blocked the hallways and the air was filled with infernal muzak
Played at unbearable volumes. Credit cards lay melted around the payment
Terminals and worthless vouchers were tossed around on the floor by dry, hot winds
Some shoppers still endured, but they gave in to the poisonous air and the excruciating
Heat one by one - leaving their empty shells behind, making the ultimate payment to
The shopping mall and its C.E.O, Mr. M.

The gargantuan parking lot held only one car – black, streamlined and expensive
- arrogantly parked in front of the huge exit. A pillar on each side of the automated
Door unified in the tiresome task of supporting a sign, a sign:
"Thanks for visiting. Come again."
"Thanks for visiting. Come again."
"Thanks for visiting. Come again."
"Thanks for visiting. Come again."

It would not be long before the mall re-opened