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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
LOVE LIKE YOURS
Like white feathers, snow drifted past the window and blurred before my eyes. I dropped a coin in the jukebox on the table and selected our song. The one he wrote.
I swirled a curly fry through a mound of ketchup then let it fall from my fingers. “I can’t believe he’s gone. Just like that.”
Bill’s cheeks glistened. “He’d want us all to move on.”
“It won’t be the same.” I blew my nose in my napkin. “There’ll never be another.”
Joy eclipsed my grief when Bill slipped a diamond on my finger. “Will you marry me, Peggy Sue?”
Singer Don McClean called it The Day the Music Died and some historians refer to it as Rock’s First Tragedy. On February 3, 1959 the “Winter Dance Party” tour was cut short when the plane carrying Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Richie Valens crashed near Clear Lake, Iowa.