sapphosewrites:

Trektober Day #8: Epistolary

My dear doctor,

Through my window, I see stalks of rulot grown tall. Even though it has been years, I marvel at Cardassia’s resiliency. Once, I wondered if our soil had been poisoned forever, if anything would never grow again. But Cardassia has always been more than the soil, and her spirit thrives.

There are children laughing outside my home, and I drink in the sound like so much water. It sounds like hope.

I have grown foolishly sentimental in my old age, Doctor. You will laugh when you read this. But my heart bursts to share it with you, to see you glow in the light of Cardassia’s suns. Come back to me soon, my love.

-Elim

Elim,

You know I had to come in to the clinic today. You already convinced me to take a week off; my patients would be suspicious if I stayed away longer. I’ll be home in time for dinner. Parmak has promised to make sure of it.

Don’t be so dramatic.

Love, Julian