Jackie was the sweetest. She’d called the child ‘Gigi’ and let her sleep late while Mommy and Daddy were away. They would go to the zoo and the museum on weekends, to watch the big animals (the tiger was a favorite) on one and the jade figurines they both loved so much on the other.

It all ended one morning, during a picnic. Something so simple _being handle a spoon_ became a tragedy as lightning stuck them, electricity moving from child to adult, adult falling dead, child crying in fear and anguish.

Gwen was now a six year old killer.

End.