As the only remaining residents of the shopping centre fly back to their make shift roosts on the glass ceilings, or between roofing tiles, and the neon glow of the fluorescent lighting fades to nought but the tiniest flicker, the day is ended. Ripe with coins and notes, the cash tills sleep soundly behind reinforced glass, safely shielded by the metal grating, pulled tight like a snug bed sheet. The stubborn pieces of chewing gum still remain in the urban twilight, resting like limpets.
Thankfully the ever-vigilant CCTV cameras still hold guard over the miniature city, protecting the citizens whether plush toys, kitchen utensils and clothing without prejudice. In the dark silence only the slight hum of the refrigerators in the food hall prevail, after enduring the noisy rattle of the day. The annual flora has also sprung, Christmas lights appearing to choke every wall in festive delight.
Even as the Yule-time creepers laugh, gleefully to themselves