Amber

This was last nights dream.
PLEASE NOTE - YOU MAY FIND THIS SHORT STORY DISTURBING / DISTRESSING


"Well I might as well bring this down and have a look at it", Emily said as she reached up to the top of the wardrobe and then popped our dead baby girl onto the bed. "I hope she's not too fragile" she said, as she pulled Amber's arm down by her side. Amber's eyes opened suddenly and she cried out "I'm really thirsty daddy". I was overwhelmed with joy that my baby girl was alive as I held her in my arms, ignoring the clubbed foot, her spine sticking out the bottom of her back with fluid pouring out and the fact that her head was severely deformed with fluid pouring out of her brain. The way she looked up at me and smiled with her wide eyes, she looked beautiful; as I handed her a beaker she gulped the juice down as if she hadn't had a drink for days.
"I don't why why your bothering to feed her." a harsh voice said. I didn't look up to see who was talking to me as I was so absorbed in caring for my little girl, still trying to understand how she was alive. She continued to look up at me with a loving smile and I was simply unable to put her back down.