23 December 2016

Published December 21, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            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. 





126 comments on “23 December 2016

  • I love this. The diner definitely has a 50s vibe. In my bi-weekly commute, I drive right past Clear Lake and the Surf Ballroom where Buddy played that fateful last concert. Who knows what that guy would have done? He was just getting started, and what he did was revolutionary.

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  • Without even thinking of the reasons why, I had a character called “little Susie” in my story. The image must have subconsciously put Peggy Sue into my thoughts. And this was before I even read yours 🙂

    All the best for the festive season,


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    • Dear Björn,

      As you can tell by now, the image definitely inspired sentimental stories. I think the photo coupled with the season made for a perfect match. 😉 Glad you liked my bit of sentimentality. Thank you.




  • Hi Rochelle, I’m new to your blog. I love the Friday Fictioneers, as a novice writer it is fun. 1959 is before my time, but I know of the Buddy Holly, Richie Valens from a movie that was made about the plane crash. I love your story angle on it.

    Happy Holidays !

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  • Dear Felece’d Ya,
    Wanna hear me howl “True Love Ways?” I didn’t think so. The Buddy Holly story is fascinating one. The pioneer rocker who incorporated orchestra music with rock & roll. An inspiration for generations to come–especially influential to your favorite band–the Beatles. They both sang a lot about love. Nothing wrong with that in my book.

    Ho, ho, ho
    Santa’s Frugal Helper

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    • Dear Jan,

      You were a few years older than I. Since I was only five, I wasn’t too aware of music at the time, aside from my parents’ 45’s of 1940’s music. 😉 I do remember the jukeboxes and the diners. Thank you for stopping by to reminisce.




  • I loved this Rochelle! And, believe it or not, I was raised on this stuff… my parents loved the 50’s music and played them all the time…rock ‘n’ roll and country – the music of my childhood…

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    • Dear Dale,

      I think kids are often raised on their parents’ music. I grew up lip syncing 1940’s and early 1950’s music. Big band, Bing Crosby, etc…etc. Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.

      Holiday Shalom,


      PS Add a cup of wine to the chicken soup. 😉


  • Dear Rochelle, Love this! You put so much into so few words, but it seems effortless when I know it’s not.
    Thank you for welcoming me into Friday Fictioneers for these past few months. I have loved being here.
    Happy Holidays to you and Happy New Year!
    Best wishes, Sascha

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    • Dear Amy,

      No charge for the trip down Memory Lane. My dad owned these types of restaurants. Some of my earliest memories are of standing on a chair wearing my daddy’s apron that reached my ankles filling glass creamers. Thank you for such a nice comment. Happy holidays to you and your family, too. 😀



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  • Dear Rochelle

    I’m a bit behind with my reading here, and ran out of time to contribute to this FF with any story of my own, but didn’t want to miss yours…

    From sadness through to joy in a flash, or a “sparkle”, should I say? I guess teenagers’ emotions are often heartfelt but speedily shifting on a hormone roller-coaster that’s hard for others to keep up with. This comes over perfectly in this little sketch. Well done.

    (I seem to recall Janet Beckett playing with her food in the same moody way in a scene in Desiccation, which probably means that the author did this, too, when she was a teenager!).

    Hope you’re having a joyous and restful holiday.

    All best wishes

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    • Dear Sarah,

      The author has a rather wonky history with food. 😉

      I don’t know that I had the teenagers’ emotions switching on a dime as much as the joy of becoming engaged being juxtaposed against the sorrow Bill and Peggy Sue obviously share. (How’s that for a run on sentence?) In any case, it’s sweet of you to take the time to read my story. I very much appreciate it. Thank you for your lovely words.

      Shalom and Happy New Year,


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