Day 84: Fanciest Pen
Get out your favorite pen, pencils, or even colored markers and write using them!
He watched his kid with a careful eye. She was a brilliant little girl. Wise beyond her years, much smarter than the current gaggle of scientists and military personnel that were watching her from behind the two-way mirror.
"Madeline, sweetie?" He said, quietly. She looked up at him with a small smile.
"I'm almost done, dad, give me a second."
Her annoyed tone almost made him laugh before he remembered this was a serious situation.
His daughter could draw the future and the past and things currently happening in the present. That made her a person of interest for the United States government.
Currently, she was drawing what looked like a lot of people on fire in an open field. His heart clenched a little. It wasn't fair. His little 5 year old shouldn't have to see gruesome things in her mind like people on literal fire. But for some reason the Universe or God or the gods or whoever decided this was Madeline's destiny and now they were here in a lab in the middle of an Arizona desert.
Because maybe she could use her colored pencils (he just got her the special 500 pack) to help stop terrible things from happening. That's what he told himself anyway. What the government most likely cared about was spying on their enemies abroad.
"Okay, I'm all done!" She said cheerfully, gathering up all the drawings she'd been working on for the past hour. She got up and skipped over to an Army soldier, idly standing near the door in what she probably thought was a nonthreatening way.
The soldier smiled tightly at Madeline. "Thank you," she said and stiffly walked out of the room.
Madeline was so excited to use her gift and her pencils to "help the whole wide world." He just hoped the United States government wouldn't get in her way.
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