Martinique

//**Something moved in the cupboard.

It was quite dark, late at night. In fact, the clock had just chimed midnight.** //** //Something in the box moved.//
 * At the bottom of the cupboard, under a heap of old shoes and clothing not worn for years, was a cardboard box. Inside the box were some dusty, faded toys. There were dolls, marionettes, stuffed fluffy toys, a train with two wheels missing, a wooden soldier whose sword had been broken in some long-forgotten battle, and several jigsaws.**