Friday Fictioneer: rare-earth
“What’s that?”
“A car.”
“What’s a car?”
“Combustible engine that ran on gasoline.”
“What’s gasoline?”
“A product that came from oil that came out of the ground.”
“I thought rare-earth came from the ground.”
“You punking me, young one?”
“No, but if you’re going to explain something, you should do a better job of it, old one,” the 15 year old said with a grin. “Now about rare-earth.”
“You talking about rare-earth mineral or element? Or maybe you mean rare-earth oxides. You talking about finding it on the ground, on the Earth’s crust, on the bottom of the ocean?”
“What?”
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a photo prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play. Click HERE to read other Fictioneers’ stories.
Exactly! ummmm…. is this our future?
Could be.
Come the day…
Not the best teacher 🙂
Dear Phyllis,
From generation to generation…hmmm. Bleak.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Nicely described communication problem. The generations often struggle to talk to each other
Thanks. ;0)
Some things clearly never change!
Funny, but so true.
You whippersnappers think they know everything. Glad the adult gave them the rap upside the head with the cane. Good one.
I like your comment the best. Funny and just the right amount of attitude. ;0)
🙂
You = young. Sorry for the typo!
I do that too. My send response sometimes moves faster than my proof reader. ;0)
Uh huh 🙂
Seems to me the ancient elder got the best of that conversation 🙂
Yes he did. Ha!
It seems like the old one knew a bit about rare earth as well…
Yes, he certainly surprised the young one.