Jackie Cross

The Black Little Notebook

It was a quiet evening, and Sero was in deep thought at family dinner. His brown, beachy curls are pulled back into a ponytail. His deep brown eyes hide behind a worn stocky pair of glasses as he stares at his plate, playing with his food. It is his 16th birthday today, and his mother made him his favorite meal: smoked roast pork, carrots and peas, potatoes with cheese, and fresh milk. But today, he is not feeling hungry. He had a strange dream last night, and he cannot stop thinking about it. Grandma noticed his perplexed face and asked him, "Are you okay, darling? What is troubling you this fine evening?" Sero looked at her and muttered: "I had a strange dream last night. I was out in the field, and I kept hearing someone call my name in a low, deep, but almost inaudible. It was almost like it came from within me." He paused and threw a big chunk of pork chop in his mouth. Then grandma said, "Who was calling you." Sero says, "I do not know. Each time I turned my head towards the voice, I saw this blue light that looked like a shiny object attached to a black book."