A MATTER OF TIME ~ a drabble ~ (PG) They stood shoulder to shoulder at the large viewport in her readyroom gazing at the hazy blue nebula in the distance. "It's almost romantic, don't you think?" he asked. "Spoken like a true romantic." "What does the scientist say?" "It *is* very pretty." she conceded with a small smile. When he shyly took her hand she let him hold it for only a moment before slowly withdrawing it, their eyes never leaving the nebula. "It's just a matter of time, you know." he said with a sly grin as they each folded their hands behind them. "I know." she answered. -- Camryn, July 2005 Flip back to the Poems & Prose Index page!