Distant Hope

CHAPTER 7 - CONGRESSMAN SMITHS APARTMENT

The time had gone midnight wine and conversation of old stories and what each was doing mingled amidst a cacophony of laughter and tears.

John Smith turned to Lisa "Where are you traveling after your finished here?"

Lisa put down her glass as she sat on a low blue fabric sofa "After here I'm going back home to Sirenson and sail on Lake Vouchon."

He looked to her "Sounds nice I unfortunately have budgetary meetings booked for another few weeks. The Alliance is expanding so fast and we just do not have enough ships or pilots to catch up with what is going."

Lisa looked to him sensing he was holding something back "Your worried. You had the same look during the Nonan incident."

The congressman looked to her and got up "You've got me. I'm thinking of tomorrows meeting. Most won't do anything about the Iquan. They will think it a good thing and leave at that."

Lisa "They can't."

John turned and began to see her eyes and wondered about the things they had seen "You and I live in different worlds. Your out there in space, here we debate minutia over borders and things. Many of our leaders were soldiers or generals in the last war and are not eager to start a new one."

Lisa got up and walked over to him "Our worlds are not so distant. Routinely in my travel you have to negotiate, present an argument and make sure the job is done on time."

John looked to her deep orange eyes with a large black iris at is centre. Johns attention turned to more physical things.

A moment of silence passed and they both got closer. Lisa raised her hand placing it on his cheek "Do you remember that night we spent on Metropolis?"

John nodded "How could I forget."

The two soon were as one in the mild Edenia night.