Twittering Tales — Bad Timing

F2CA1BC7-53E6-4633-91EA-999C7530E8A2In 2009, Ramesh paid nearly a million dollars to purchase a taxi medallion. He thought he was set for life and he could pass the medallion on to his children, giving them a valuable inheritance.

Then Uber and Lyft came along and now that damn taxi medallion is close to worthless.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Wal_172619 @

#writephoto — The Mausoleum

Martin finally received the results back from his DNA test. He was adopted when he was an infant and never knew who his real parents were. He was told that he had been adopted, but he never felt the need to know about his biological parents who had abandoned him. He loved the mother and father who raised him and he knew that they loved him.

But when his adoptive parents died a year ago in a freak car accident, there was a huge hole in Martin’s heart. So he decided to dig into who he is, and step one was sending a small sample of his saliva to one of those DNA testing services.

Martin was nervous when he opened the envelope and read the report. The results weren’t at all what he was expecting.

AF3CBF07-CF0F-4853-86B3-679D360F928DMartin’s adoptive parents were black. Martin’s skin was the color of coffee with a touch of cream. He’d always considered himself to be African-American. And yet, according to the report and the graph, his ancestry was less than six percent African. He was more than half French, almost one-third Jamaican, and about twelve percent Brazilian.

Martin also learned that he had no living relatives. His closest relative, his birth father, had died at the age of 60 when Martin was 19. Martin Googled his birth father and learned that he was a wealthy man who made his fortune in coal mining. He also discovered that his mother had died in childbirth. His father never remarried and had no other children.

The Google article noted that his father had been the great grandson of slave owners in Mississippi. The family left that state and moved to West Virginia after the Civil War due to a scandal over his great grandfather having had a torrid affair with a slave. His maternal grandmother was the product of that affair. She had been handed over to a family of freed slaves after her birth.

“That explains a lot,” thought Martin. Apparently his father, seeing the black baby his mother had birthed, gave the child up for adoption, rather than deal with yet another scandal, since he knew that his unhappy wife had been having an affair with a Jamaican diplomat.

Martin found out that the family had a mausoleum in West Virginia and he decided to go visit it. There he saw a statue of his great grandfather, the slave owner, in the rotunda of the shrine. It was then that Martin decided to contact the lawyers of his late father’s estate and claim his birthright to his birth family’s fortune, using the DNA evidence he had to bolster his claim.

And Martin vowed to donate it all — millions of dollars — to the Black Lives Matter movement.

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Friday Fictioneers — The Hoarder

img_0290“We knew she was a hoarder,” Andrew said.

“I know,” admitted Andrew’s sister, Andrea. “But what’s with all these knit caps? Did you know she collected them?”

“Not a clue,” said Andrew. “And why so many nearly identical ones?”

“Mom lost it after Dad died,” Andrea said. “Cognitively speaking.”

“There are a couple of hundred here,” Andrew estimated.

“We should donate them to Goodwill.”

“No!” protested Andrew. “We should sell them at the holiday ice skating rink downtown. We could probably get around fifteen bucks each.”

“Okay, fine,” said Andrea. “It’s probably the only inheritance we’ll get from Mom, anyway.”

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Björn Rudberg.

Friday Fictioneers — The Inheritance


The strangest item Hal received as part of the inheritance from his grandmother was the large, outdoor lamppost with the ornate globe on top. The steel straps securing the globe atop its rust-covered post, along with the small brass medallions and the crown on top, were displaying the patina of long exposure to the elements.

Hal was confused by the bequeath. He lived in an apartment and had no lawn on which to install the ornamented lamppost. But wanting to keep it, he contacted a metalworker friend of his and had him convert the outdoor post into a floor lamp.

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This post is a twofer. It’s written for today’s one-word prompt, “inheritance,” and also for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt, which I usually don’t post until Fridays. However, I decided to go with that today, as I found synergies between the word prompt and the image. Image credit: Sandra Cook.