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by Christine Hughes


  That was the last conversation they’d had. Madison’s health went downhill quickly after that. The next day, she was back in bed, barely able to move. The doctor’s attributed it to random brain activity. Jake knew better. That day, in Madison’s room, he could’ve sworn he’d seen Lily standing next to her. Even in death, Lily had a way of making things right, of presenting things in a new light.

  He dusted off his jeans and walked back to his Jeep. Next to him on the passenger seat was his guitar. He’d finally finished the song he’d written for Lily and called Billy to ask if he could come in and play it. It’d been over two years since he’d played there. It had been a few months since Lily showed him the sadness in that. Tonight he’d play for her. He’d play for everything she ever taught him, everything he never saw until she opened his eyes. Today was her birthday. And tonight he’d play for her...

  Three Days of Rain

  By Jay Liberatore

  Two days of sunshine

  Three days of rain

  Won’t somebody give me a sign?

  Is Hell frozen over,

  Has God gone away,

  Or am I just losing my mind?

  I met me a girl by the railroad yard

  On the way to my 9 to 5

  She’s sweet as a sip of southern tea

  And cool as a country drive

  Oh, but where I come from

  A man don’t become

  A fool for love after only a kiss

  But after some wine

  On an evening this fine

  I was singing her something like this.

  I said, baby, baby

  You sure look good in the summertime

  Baby, baby

  Won’t you always be mine?

  I would lay in the field

  With her hair in my face

  As the locks of it dangled and curled

  And she’d talk about moving on down to Georgia

  And her plans to take over the world

  And I never would guess

  If I tried my best

  The truth I had known just then

  I could live for a thousand years or more

  I might never feel this good again

  I’d say, baby, baby

  You sure look good in the summertime

  Baby, baby

  Won’t you always be mine?

  There she goes again

  Hair like a willow blowing in the wind

  Falling softly on her summer skin

  In my mind

  Now who’d ever thought that a sinner like me’d

  Have an angel know my name

  I am evil, yes I’m evil

  But she loves me just the same

  She has given me light

  When I’m lost at sea

  And guided my troubled heart to land

  She’s given me shelter

  ’Til I’m able

  To bury my ghosts in the sand

  So I say, baby, baby

  You sure look good in the summertime

  Baby, baby

  Won’t you always be mine?

  I’ll be all that you need to get by

  I’ll be all that you need to get by

  About the Author

  Christine Hughes spent much of her childhood losing herself in books and creating stories about many of the people she’d met. Falling in love with literature was easy for her, and she majored in English while attending college in New Jersey.

  Not sure where her love of reading and writing fit, she became a middle school English teacher. After nine years of teaching others to appreciate literature, she decided to take the plunge and write her first novel. Now at home focusing on making writing her new career, she spends her time creating characters and plot points instead of grading papers.

 

 

 


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