The Spirit of Jet

By S.P. Joseph Lyons

“Come, my darling.” Odeal smiled at her almost two-year-old daughter as she took her hand. “It’s a perfect day for collecting berries.” Allia giggled as she reached for the butterflies that danced about. The flowers here were beautiful and the berries grew so big in the field over the hill past their home. Allia carried her little basket, eager to fill it and surprise her Daddy with what she picked just for him. Odeal began to sing a beautiful song as she strolled over to a large bush covered in what they were after. As her sun dress blew in the gentle breeze, she tilted her sun hat back to ...