Relative Surprises…

Another Friday, another Flash Fiction attempt…


The trouble with family research, Chloe though, was that one was never sure what might turn up.

Her mother had always hinted at grandeur amidst the distant past and Chloe had put this down to wishful thinking. All of us would prefer to think of ourselves as the descendants of nobility, say, than the mere great-great grandchildren of peasants?

Well, grandeur was certainly there she thought as she read the microfiche record. Treason, lechery, theft, corruption and gambling addictions appeared to mark out a long line of her ancestors.

Being related to Royalty was no picnic, that’s for sure.



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