Closing Time

by Tnort · 27/12/2025
Published 27/12/2025 17:45

The last announcement,

a flat voice over the speakers,

thinning out the few stragglers.

The click of a locked door, somewhere.


Aisle six, pasta. Empty.

A vast, fluorescent hum.

No carts rumbling, no kids whining.

Just the steady thrum of the coolers.


A forgotten banana,

dark spot on its skin,

on the candy shelf,

under a light too bright.

Left behind.

It just sits there.

#abandonment #mundane melancholy #night #urban solitude

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