Write On Edge: Birthday #1 Song Challenge

Nancy for Red Writing Hood gave instructions to go to the site "This Day In Music" and write a 300 word-limit piece inspired by the #1 song from the day of our birthday, or our characters' birthday, or other important event, in loving memory of the late Davy Jones. May he rest in peace.

Nancy gave further instructions that there was to be no grumbling.

So, in order to refrain from grumbling, I opted not to use my birthday. Most of the music I'm familiar with has origins prior to the year 1946, which is when the website in question begins its charts. (At least I proved unsuccessful in reaching any year prior to that.) So, I'll admit I cheated a little bit. I found a band I was familiar with (the Carpenters) and chose a song I like (Top of the World), and ended up with December 1st, 1973.

 Now I'm adding an "in memory" to Karen Carpenter, RIP, and David Ben-Gurion, RIP.



I offer the following response: Cold Case

 “Did you find anything?’ Christie asked.

Alan shook his head miserably. His eyes ached from the hours of library microfiche. “The Carpenters were number one with ‘Top of the World’. The White House theater played ‘The Last of Sheila’ for Nixon and former president Eisenhower. David Ben-Gurion died at 87. Nothing about a mother and her newborn girl found abandoned on a sail boat in Lake Eerie.”

She moved close to him, invading his space to view the screen, and his thoughts colored instantly with temptation. Her sinfully pouting lips were dangerously close. His fingers twitched, straining against the urge to slide into her strawberry-blonde hair as it cascaded untamed about her shoulders. Lost in the moment, he only partially heard her response. “-old fisherman was senile or something.”

He closed his eyes, willing himself out of the clouds. “I don’t think so. He knew things, like the ceramic frog in the cabin for Pete’s sake.”

She pulled away, sitting back in the library chair. “That doesn’t explain why your mother was on a boat at nine months.”

“Dad said the baby was due on New Year’s. She believed she had another month. He couldn’t keep her off the water.”

“And that man swears he delivered a baby on the Leaky Swan?” her bright eyes lost luster as her expression blanched. “Saturday, December 1^st, 1973?”

He nodded, “He claimed he remembers because Stan Stasiak beat Pedro Morales to become WWF champion. He offered to help her back to shore, but she refused.”

“And authorities never found any bodies?”

“Nope, just an empty boat almost two months later.”

“Don’t worry, Alan,” she said, lightly touching his wrist. “If they’re out there, we’ll find them.”

He drank the hope in her words, “After fifteen years? I love you, your optimism, I mean.”