The wires were hanging from the remaining ceiling, blowing from the wind. A steel beam was creaking as it moved ever so slightly. I could see the light coming in the back door that I chased many shoplifters through to the parking lot. Most of the building has quickly been torn down, with a pipe here and there sticking up through the dirt.
They can tear down the mall, but I will forever appreciate all that I learned there, the years it provided me a job and the memories I have stored in my heart.