The
moon slipped behind a cloud, leaving behind enough inky black to
conceal three figures. They made their way past graffiti filled
lanes, slipping behind parked cars, silently moving. No one saw
them, no one knew who they were. The three nameless figures
stopped outside a large imposing building, with two giant columns
framing the solid door. Moving quickly, they opened the top of
three bins which sat outside the building and climbed inside.
Waiting.
The sun was just creeping over the high rise buildings, creating
a blazing scene on the harbour below. Cleaners, pushing their
trolleys piled high with brushes, mops, vacuums and other
necessary items began to arrive outside every building. A black
car pulled up as the first employee pulled up outside the Bank to
let the cleaners in. In the distance a garbage truck rumbled and
a car alarm wailed. The city was wakening.
If you were to check the bins however, you would find nothing but
the usual banana peels and leftover hotdogs. The three figures
had already left, riding out in the garbage truck. No one had
seen them. They had left no trace.
