THE GREAT ASIAN CENTRAL MARKET
The darkness left you to fill in the blanks in your mind about the place. Such it was in the almost deserted Great Asian Central Mall. A giant place framed by an endless parking lot with only a few cars. Greatness had long left this place.
Closed shops with newspaper covered windows sat side by side like forgotten tombstones, only names remained.
A grocer who put numbers on their carts. Ones no one wanted to steal, nor return to the place. A restaurant in the distant corner with neon sign still working. Neglected floor tiles pale with age ran to it and beyond to dimly lit corners. A nail school with asian women sitting at attention. All hoping for a future that could only be better than here. A shop turned warehouse for boxes full to the ceiling, hiding their purpose.
Pictures and numbers on walls. Lost souls or hopeful wants, left uncalled. I knew stories of all kinds must be here among the gravestones of shops gone, but did not want to know...