National Nothing Day finally arrived. Nothing was supposed to happen on this day. Luke walked down the carpeted hallway and staircase and into the living room. The place was deserted.
He sat on the couch for a few minutes, not talking or even moving. Then he went for a walk around the ranch.
He walked for a few kilometers before he stopped and found himself in the middle of a deserted rice field. He walked under an old, leafy oak tree. There he slumped, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He awoke to a glittering view before him. Across the distance a girl dressed in a white, silk gown danced against the strong wind. Her feet hardly touched the ground as she skipped, hoped and seemed to fly into the air.
Luke jumped to his feet and turned back as fast as he could. The sun had almost set when he reached his home. “Perhaps I'll meet her tomorrow,” he thought.
He entered the house, shut the door and went up to his room. "National Nothing Day is not always nothing.” he said, thinking about the girl he'd seen dancing in the rice field.
Albert H., from Bulacan, Philippines is a fourth year high school student. He writes that, "I just love to write. That's all. Just love it."
© 2008 Albert H. Original for CCF (Albert H. grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
* CCF does not publish students' last names on the work they submit for publication.
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