She used to love to watch the whales, and the birds.
Little butterfly buckles swinging from her pigtails as she laughed and danced with her daddy.
Then it hit her.
Like a thief in the night, her life was stolen.
The disease was rare, and incurable, and hopeless. A life of constant pain.
Her daddy was a scientist who vowed to devote entire his life to find a cure. he would risk everything to succeed, including his reputation and even his life.
When Jonathan Berrier began his experiments, he did it for all the right reasons. Things would eventually change.
This story is part of an ongoing series entitled ‘Night Terrors’, and my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Check out my site for more on this story.
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