At first glance, the shabby-looking house at the end of Spinner's End appeared completely deserted. It most certainly had the look of a place left derelict and neglected, awaiting an owner who might never return; or even if he did, house cleaning would be the last thing on his mind .
Not that people usually pondered so many things while passing the building in question. And why would they? They only saw a dirty, dilapidated house. They did not see how it used to stand, semi-presentable, once upon a time. They did not notice the creak of the shutters a boy used to peer out through, afraid to hear, yet expecting the soft, barely audible, sounds of warmly clad feet, thumping on the snow outside, coming his way. They most certainly did not hear the two children’s laughter and conversation all those years ago.
“Sev, why do you suppose there is a leap year?”
“Well, the total sum of days each year amount to three hundred and sixty five and a quarter, so in four years time, naturally the quarter from each year makes an extra day.”
“I know that, Sev, I can do math too. What I want to know is - why is there a leap year? Why are we given this extra day?”
“Well, we aren’t really given the day as much as it is forced upon us. I mean, how can there not be an extra day every four years?”
“Well, I, for one, think it’s there so we can have an extra day to have a snow ball fight with our bestest friend in the whole wide world. So you'd better watch out!”
No, no one ever heard those voices of long ago. No one saw the ghosts of those children, rolling around in the snow. No one heard the echo of their pure, unadulterated laughter. Well, maybe one person did. But to his credit be it said, he always tried his hardest not to.