The Aristocrat sat at the massive desk, in the power wing of a historic building ,overlooking the watery square, pen poised over the Immigration directive. His infertility had ensured dedication to his people.
He eyed the picture and yellowing letter. He had sown his seeds in African soil in his youth. Could she be his? Blue blood in a black body? Should he find her?
He watched a refugee boat being denied landing. Thanks to his signature the borders were safe. His pride swelled , recalling his ancestor’s perilous, successful voyage to conquer the world.
Hours later, his only descendant drowned in the swell of the Mediterranean sea.
The above 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. PHOTO PROMPT – © Dee Lovering
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