My newest Flash Fiction Prompt site is Sunday Photo Fictioner. I am slowly filling out the week. They allow for 200 words. Still not room for a lot of playing around. Here’s my idea for today, inspired by the fact that my brother and I recently had a similar conversation and discovered from the results that we are heavily Scandinavian.
© A Mixed Bag
Come on Sis. We need your DNA results to get our maternal side. The ancestry site says mine only gets Dad’s side of the family. To get an accurate assessment of both, we need yours too.
I can’t afford to pay for a DNA test just to satisfy your latest craze. Tracing ancestry is useless. It’s not like knowing your genetic background will change anything.
I’ll pay for it. All you have to do is spit in a tube.
Fine, but I still say it’s a waste of money.
Two Months Later:
The results of your test are back. Do you want me to bring it by so you can see it? It’s very strange.
Strange how?
Well, the test says that you’ve got North European genes. Scandinavian to be precise. You are descended from Vikings.
Vikings? You mean like the people from that old ship in the park?
Yes, exactly.
No. That’s impossible. You’re saying I’m part human? Our mother was definitely not human. Did you not see her ears? Was she not fully capable of communicating with her familiar?
Well, it would explain why you’re behind in choosing a partner yourself. You should have made a match already.
Here’s the link, enjoy the journey:
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