by Lisa McCourt Hollar
Fireworks exploded across the sky, captivating a young Benny Russell. Around him, other people of different colors watched the array, filling him with hope. It was New Years Eve, 1933 and Benny was just beginning his career as a writer. His eyes moved passed the fireworks and towards the stars. Among the conglomerate, Benny dreamed of a space station, commanded by a black man, unthinkable in 1933. In his mind, the story was begun.
Captain Benjamin Sisko stared at the array of lights created by the wormhole opening. For a moment he thought he saw a young man staring back.
Word Count: 100
Happy Birthday DS9! Thank you for the wonderful dream!
This is my entry for Tuesday Tales. You can read the other great entries at http://www.glitterword.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/tuesdaytales-22-happy-new-year/