Always two days after.
Vulcan Feburary
13th 2293
Vulcans
don’t have birthdays.
“It’s illogical and somewhat egotistical to expect others to inconvenience
themselves in order to celebrate ones existence.” Sarek’s words our first year of marriage. I was upset he hadn‘t bothered and he was
making a stand against my expectations.
However, two days afterwards, flowers arrived at our house. On that occasion it
was a cactus type plant he’d found struggling for sunshine in the driveway of
the embassy, (it’s lived for fifty years in a pot at the door of our kitchen.)
One year later it was English poppy seeds for the garden, which had apparently
been on order for months. Once an antique gardening book was accidentally
delivered, it had pictures of roses on the cover. I’ve also had anything from
floral air-fresheners to Vulcan pre-reformation ‘flowery’ poetry... they all
appear mysteriously, exactly two days after my birthday. However, he has never
acknowledged them as gifts, nor has he offered cut flowers; such gestures could
be interpreted as openly romantic.
Two days ago Sarek was rushed to Earth by Starfleet when the Klingon moon Praxis
exploded. Two days ago it was my 70th birthday; Spock’s present arrived as my
husband left.
This morning a communication arrived from Starfleet. It was short and official;
‘Due to a temporary restriction on the planetary transportation of biochemical
matter, a delivery has failed to reach this destination.
Sender: Unknown.
Object: Destroyed.’
Under the statement was a description of the object;
‘Bio, floral;
...typical!