Never Monotonous
by Spud
Life should
be monotonous. She should hate sitting in this chair and assuming responsibility
for
the lives
on the ship. She should resent Starfleet and the restrictions she had lived
too long by.
A movement
beside her drew her attention. She turned toward the movement. He
was leaning
forward reading
a PADD. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Unselfconsciously she
studied
him. His profile
was strong and comforting. His hands were gentle but yet capable of protecting
her. His arms
the safest haven she had experienced. He turned toward her and understood
her
scrutiny.
They smiled. Never monotonous.
End