Disclaimer: The characters here belong to Tribune and Roddenberry-Kirschner. Spoilers: Slight ones for "Redemption". Author's note: This is yet another drabble (please forgive me). I guess I wrote it because this was the mood I was in at the time. It was posted on PhilosophySphere on June 13, 1999, under the nick Angel Island.

Somber Birthday
by Selma McCrory
copyright 1999

In the quiet Irish night, a figure climbed over a churchyard fence, carefully landing in a small barren patch in one corner of the cemetery. The intruder made small, sure steps towards one particular area, and then stopped at one particular marker. A gloved hand touched the stone while the figure kneeled before it, silently regarding the writing on it. Like a ghost, the figure stayed there for several moments, finally depositing a single rose. Getting up again, he whispered, "Happy Birthday, Mom." He looked up at the sky, wiping a tear, then departed.

High up above, a star twinkled.

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