Neglected toys lay dormant inside, abandoned by children from a bygone era who’d outgrown them.
“Let’s explore the attic,” childish voices echoed; children of the new inhabitants.
Light filtered into the toy box’s as its lid creaked open.
“A Raggedy Ann doll,” lisped a small girl’s voice, stroking cobwebbed red hair, while brushing dust off a blue-eyed face.
“A wooden solder,” a boy beamed.
Yesteryear's toys stirred into life.