Trash pickup had come before breakfast, and by late morning, the can should have been empty. I grabbed the handle and tilted it toward me.
It barely moved.
At first, I thought something had been left inside.
Then I heard movement.
It was a soft rustling sound, followed by what sounded like a muffled sniff.
My hand tightened around the handle.
« Hello? » I called.
No one answered.
I slowly lifted the lid and froze.
Two terrified little girls were crouched inside, staring up at me with wide, frightened eyes.
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