Eloise whispered, ‘I’ve never seen a raccoon before. Do they bite?’
Jay peered into the dumpster. Looking up at him was not a raccoon’s face but a doll’s. It brought back a flood of long lost memories.
A bag hidden deep behind his father’s coats. Inside, a knife, a compass, a crumpled photo of a woman on a station, a doll in traditional Latvian dress and five army badges with strange symbols on them.
He gasped as his adult mind remembered the symbols.
There was a crash of cans and Eloise shrieked. ‘It tried to bite me!’
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