"A Thousand Doors"

"Death hath had a thousand doors to let out life..."
- Philip Massinger






Garak hated funerals. He knew well how fleeting life was, and didn't need any reminders.

He consoled himself with the thought that the death had been a peaceful one. Klingons thought that dying in your sleep was a disgrace. To Garak, it sounded pretty damn good.

Garak took the vase from Colonel Kira. Ironic that the remains of a man who was larger than life could fit inside such a tiny vessel. He did his duty: sprinkled the ashes inside the airlock, stepped back, closed the door.

And watched as the remains of Dr. Julien Bashir drifted out into space.



Copyright August 2004 by Cait N.


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