This week’s word is HILL. I’m still working on the 1950s set story. Since it is set in 1956, I asked my dad what his favorite song was when he was sixteen. He said it was Blueberry Hill by Fats Domino or I’m Walkin’ by Fats Domino. I love them both myself and researched their release dates and since I’m Walkin‘ was released in 1957, I used Blueberry Hill in the story. Imagine how cool it was when I saw that the prompt for this week was hill. Worked out great, didn’t it?
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Once the waitress left the table, Rick pulled a couple of napkins from the metal pop up dispenser on the table. “Do you have a pen?”
“Sure. Let me find it.” Vivian opened her purse and shuffled through the contents.
“While you’re looking, I’m going to play something on the jukebox. Any particular thing you want to hear?” He slid out of the booth.
“How about that one that’s kind of new by Fats Domino?”
“Blueberry Hill? You like that one?”
“There might be hope for you yet then.” Rick strolled over to the jukebox and spent a few minutes reading the list of songs and feeding it money.
When he returned, he had to stand to one side while the waitress placed a tray with their plates and drink glasses on the tabletop. Rick helped unload the tray then sat.
“What did you mean when you said there may be hope for me?” Vivian figured she was walking into a trap as she asked the question but she couldn’t help herself.
“That song is all about finding a thrill and if you like it, maybe you aren’t as adverse to thrills as you’d like me to believe.”
The grin on his face really needed wiping off with a smart remark but she decided she wouldn’t say anything since she asked for it. Instead of talking, she bit into her sandwich and chewed.