The Demond of Legend

By S.P. Joseph Lyons

“Mama, it’s a beautiful day. Can we plant my garden now? You promised,” the little girl asked as she tugged on her mother’s covers. The mother moaned as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. “Is it morning already?” The girl nodded quickly with a large smile of excitement. Her mother smiled back, then stood and pulled open the curtains. The sun shone brightly as the birds called in the distance. “You’re right Molly, it is a beautiful day. Get your bucket and shovel, and I’ll grab the flowers.” The little girl hurried off to collect her things as her mother put on a scarf and hat and grabbed a t...